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One light of a traffic light. Someone has sprayed it, so that it looks like a green heart.
A bright red curtain, sunlight shining through it.
close-up of bright yellow flowers, possibly lilies?
A zine by Lama Alharazin, the cover printed on Kraft paper. It is the French version, called La pluie était autrefois une promesse. On the cover is a drawing of a girl wearing a traditional Palestinian dress and a hijab. She is flying, arms, outstretched, inside a black bird, tears are falling from her face. Photo: Esther Paquerette
close-up of a felled tree, the inner rings look like a star
1991, Stuttgart Thousands on the streets against the Gulf War a march to the gates of the ones producing weapons, star-studded cars. Police carried us away, locked us up for hours, water & warnings, released, told not to meet again The next morning, a history exam someone had climbed on the roof at night, rolled down a banner over the school`s entrance To learn for life is to learn from history, it said No war. Bombs dropping. All the answers wrong.
Picture of a wild garden, filled with purple flowers that I don´t know the name of, sunflowers and redcurrants
The words "all my words" scrawled in the sands. There are some footprints around them.
A canopy of green trees, a path through them. Sunlight streaming through the trees.
The theme for this anthology is “A Long Way From Home”. The theme can be taken literally or metaphorically. The forced migration and displacement of people, but also voluntary migration for work reasons, for love. Why some people are called expats and others migrants. The migration of birds. A person that feels like home. A country, a place, a language, a body that doesn´t. Submissions are open from 10th April until 10th May, midnight CET.
Photo of Lama´s zine, cover is with Kraft paper. Behind it you can see a tiny tree in a terracotta pot. The drawing on the cover is black and white, It's a black and white drawing of a woman crying. She is flying, arms outstretched, inside a black bird. She is wearing a traditional Palestinian dress and a hijab.
a path along the cliffs, heather left and right of it, trees in the distance. A rugged landscape.
Close-up of crabapple blossoms, behind them a bright blue sky
a photo of red, almost dark pink blossoms, close-up
Cover of a poetry zine; Rain Was Once A Promise by Lama Alharazin. It's a black and white drawing of a woman crying. She is flying, arms outstretched, inside a black bird. She is wearing a traditional Palestinian dress and a hijab.
Cover of a poetry zine; Rain Was Once A Promise by Lama Alharazin. It's a black and white drawing of a woman crying. She is flying, arms outstretched, inside a black bird. She is wearing a traditional Palestinian dress and a hijab.
Cover of a poetry zine; Rain Was Once A Promise by Lama Alharazin. It's a black and white drawing of a woman crying. She is flying, arms outstretched, inside a black bird. She is wearing a traditional Palestinian dress and a hijab.
Cover of a poetry zine; Rain Was Once A Promise by Lama Alharazin. It's a black and white drawing of a woman crying. She is flying, arms outstretched, inside a black bird. She is wearing a traditional Palestinian dress and a hijab.
spectacular winter sunset over a garden, the trees and shrubs are dark shapes, above them hues of pink and purple and yellow
Shadows and light on a white wall
The path is prickly with light, in the white arm so she will not fall on either side of our journey. my spine bent forward, silver hair streaked with fire the shimmers reflected water of the plains. I am gripping her down the steep, snow-bleached embankments I walk with her, bearing the sorrow of ages, traces of youth— neither she nor I can remember.
Snow on fir trees, a bit of blue sky with wispy clouds
Green fields, a line of trees in the background, illuminated by winter sun
a field full of marigolds, a treelike visible behind it. Photo by Lauren Barton, Unsplash
pink and read flags (bunting) hanging/ flying in front of a green agricultural building.
Welcome to We Keep Telling, our reading series with and for Gaza! We invite you to spend an evening with poets and readers from all over the world, to celebrate Palestinian poets and writers and to raise funds for people and projects in Gaza. Tickets are free, but donations are encouraged and needed. Readers so far: Ahmad Elkhuwaja, Lama Alharazin, Donya Abu Sitta, Annick Yerem, A., Teresa Pilgrim, Anna Orridge, Shaza Abu Daya, Jehad Abu Dayya Find out more about the series and about the fundraisers our readers support here: https://www.sidhe-press.eu/homepage/we-keep-telling/ Sídhe Press is raising funds for this small, vetted campaign.The first goal is to provide urgent support to 50 families who have been displaced and are now living in tents, without access to regular aid or sufficient food. These families arrive with nothing, and parents struggle daily to find even the simplest meals for their children. Each food parcel is carefully designed to cover basic nutritional needs and bring a sense of relief and dignity. Your contribution will directly fund the purchase of essential ingredients, ensuring that every parcel contains fresh, nutritious items that children and adults can rely on. These parcels are ,more than just food—they are a symbol of hope, care, and solidarity, reminding families that they are not alone in this crisis. You can support the volunteers on the ground, there will be regular updates about the campaign on the Chuffed page. Every donation helps! https://chuffed.org/project/mawasi-families Anna is fundraising for gofund.me/35fdca7d the Al-Madhoun family Please also check out our website for other options to donate: https://www.sidhe-press.eu/fundraiser/
30.12.25 Frozen pebbles. The half-moon still visible. Willows bending towards a new year. 31.12.25 Restless night. The stars clouded. Waking up to the old year being rained away.
Several trees and a bench. The sky is covered in clouds, sun peeking through and the ground is covered in snow
Title: “We Keep Telling: a reading series for Gaza.” Text: “Online on Zoom. 11th December 7pm GMT, tinyurl.com/wekeeptelling.” In the background is a painting of a dancing Palestinian woman in a white, short-sleeved thobe with red tatreez and a keffiyeh tied around her waist. Her long black hair is swirling around her and covering her face. A dove stands on one of her outstretched hands, and another dove dances around her other hand. In the lower left, the painting is signed “Marah.”
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fridge poetry, it reads as follows: power this poem with regret/ enjoy your whispered cloud/ bite smile eat cake/ promise surprise through eternity/ miss the fabulous wind
A field full of wild geese, wind turbines and trees in the background, a blue sky
Always fire All the times I was ice as if silence would be enough and the times I was smoke, slipping between the cracks in the world and the times I was water, shaping and reshaping myself. I should have been fire. I should always have been fire.
Think of Others Mahmoud Darwish Translated by Mohammed Shaheen As you prepare your breakfast, think of others (do not forget the pigeon’s food). As you conduct your wars, think of others (do not forget those who seek peace). As you pay your water bill, think of others (those who are nursed by clouds). As you return home, to your home, think of others (do not forget the people of the camps). As you sleep and count the stars, think of others (those who have nowhere to sleep). As you liberate yourself in metaphor, think of others (those who have lost the right to speak). As you think of others far away, think of yourself (say: “If only I were a candle in the dark”).
Title: “We Keep Telling: a reading series for Gaza.” Text: “Online on Zoom. 7th December 7pm GMT, tinyurl.com/wekeeptelling.” In the background is a painting of a dancing Palestinian woman in a white, short-sleeved thobe with red tatreez and a keffiyeh tied around her waist. Her long black hair is swirling around her and covering her face. A dove stands on one of her outstretched hands, and another dove dances around her other hand. In the lower left, the painting is signed “Marah.”
looking through a child´s caleidoscope, slightly blurry golden shapes that look a bit like petals
a sculpture on a very high, wooden pedestal. It´s a wooden sailboat. The sky around it is very blue, with a few wispy white clouds
On the left is a watercolor painting of two sunbirds, one male and one female, perched on a branch together. The male sunbird is brightly colored in turquoise, blue, purple, green, and brown and facing to the right, with dark orange paint behind him. The female sunbird is subtly colored in dark browns, tans, and grays and faces left, with dark turquoise paint behind her. The text reads “Help displaced families in Mawasi: displaced families are pouring into Mawasi with empty hands and empty stomachs. With your help, we can continue to feed them, comfort their children, and remind them they are not forgotten.” At the bottom is the link https://chuffed.org/project/mawasi-families
Drawing of an anchor, above it, it reads: I refuse to sink. Black writing/ drawing on a turquoise background.
Part of the Wadden Sea in Denmark, lined by reeds and grass. The colour of the sky is soft hues of light pink, light blue and grey
a mixture of moss and lichen, green and brown and white, on a forest floor
A gravel path, flanked by trees, pines, I think. There is light pouring in and a little fog, making it look like a painting
a close-up of a tree without bark. In the trunk, there are paths made by insects that look like runes or secret messages
close-up of raindrops on a pine tree
a metal horsehead sprayed with silver paint, mounted on a wall. A spike is sticking out of the head, making it look like a unicorn.
yellow autumn leaves, still on the tree
Think of Others Mahmoud Darwish Translated by Mohammed Shaheen As you prepare your breakfast, think of others (do not forget the pigeon’s food). As you conduct your wars, think of others (do not forget those who seek peace). As you pay your water bill, think of others (those who are nursed by clouds). As you return home, to your home, think of others (do not forget the people of the camps). As you sleep and count the stars, think of others (those who have nowhere to sleep). As you liberate yourself in metaphor, think of others (those who have lost the right to speak). As you think of others far away, think of yourself (say: “If only I were a candle in the dark”).
a black and white zine, The writings of Shahd Alnaami, Gaza, Palestine.. The zine is lying on gold, crinkled paper. it depicts buildings, palm trees and a fountain and in the foreground there is a drawing os Shahd wearing a hijab and traditional clothes and holding a book with the title there is always hope
a white and cinnamon Podenco looking at the camera. he is wearing a read tartan coat
a white peony in full bloom with a pinkish and yellow center
I know he is German, because he expects to be forgiven after Noor Hindi, after Najia Khaled Years later, at a New Year`s Eve party one of them apologized You were just different All dressed up, outside the night trees and a fire burning, in a breath I was back there, the snap of my fountain pen breaking, hand-drawn Japanese flags ripped up, chants of Japs Out anonymous letters telling me to die, a swastika stamped on my forehead my despair every morning before school And this darkness in me, still, never lifting. Annick Yerem
Dark berries on a rainy bush
Blues sky and a very green field at the edge of a forest, barley I think, with trees in the background
Title: “We Keep Telling: a reading series for Gaza.” Text: “Online on Zoom. 2 November, 7pm GMT, tinyurl.com/wekeeptelling.” In the background is a painting of a dancing Palestinian woman in a white, short-sleeved thobe with red tatreez and a keffiyeh tied around her waist. Her long black hair is swirling around her and covering her face. A dove stands on one of her outstretched hands, and another dove dances around her other hand. In the lower left, the painting is signed “Marah.”
Blurred photo , blue and black hues, of the sky and trees
a blurred picture of sky and trees, blue and black hues
RP from SarahHolstart on IG. A collage with a quote by Adrienne Maree Brown: If you are overwhelmed by the big picture, make the picture that you are looking at smaller.
A black and white zine, The City's Memory, by Mariam Khateeb is being held up to the camera .Behind and around it are autumn trees and a single white dahlia.
a huge dahlia, light pink, with spatters of dark pink. it is stunning
an IG slide, cream white with purple writing and green wavy lines. It reads: Ein Manifest der Solidarität. Underneath it is a quote by Mohammed El-Kurd from Rifqa: "What I write is an almost/ I write an attempt"