Dead Space (a poem)
I called it “dead space,”
Something to bury
With noise
Or fill
With ink.
I didn’t know it was
A virgin canvas,
A pause between gusts,
A moment of full attention,
A catching of breath,
A quick turn to see
On the periphery
A spark in
Scrub.
I didn’t see its fulness,
Its potential,
Its receptivity
To exactly
What I
Need right now.
A cry from the heart for compassion, justice, peace, and equality in Gaza and Israel
June 23, 2025
"It is clear that the killing of over 1200 Israelis on October 7th of 2023 was unacceptable. But the killing of Palestinians after that
in the tens of thousands including women and children is not acceptable."
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