TODAY IN GAZA STRIP

A row of dead children

laying on the ground,

they were alive at midnight,

then came the bomb

and now they lie on the asphalt

untroubled by the flies

on their unmoving little faces,

untroubled by the cries

of the relatives who lived.

30.08.2025

A CHANGE OF SEASONS

Rain and clouds,

this day,

after sunlight

filled the hours

yesterday. A change

of seasons

in my mind

in the gray light

and fall of rain,

and now I see

the yellow

leaves amidst the green.

30.08.2025

IT WAS NO MISTAKE

We see them standing on the hospital

emergency staircase after the first attack

that killed Reuters' Hussam al-Masri

and wounded Muhammed Faiq,

we see the rescuers and the journalists

Israel has decided must die also.

In the video recorded from the ground

we see them:

Muhammad Salama above the landing

that is already bloody,

Muath Abu Toha standing on it,

Mariam Abu Daqqa just below,

looking up, and Ahmed Abu Aziz

somewhere there too among

the rescuers. These are the last

seconds of their life.

Explosion, gray dust obscuring

everything as the second strike comes,

bringing death to those who worked

to save lives, medics and journalists alike.

Video from Salama shows how it looked

for him when the seconds run out,

he was going to get married

but now his life ends,

and we have the aftermath,

the bodies covered in dust

filling two landings on the staircase,

at least twenty-two dead as the wounded expire.

Israel murdered the journalists

because they were journalists.

It could destroy their bodies.

It couldn't destroy their work.

27.08.2025

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MORNING COLOURS BEFORE SUNRISE

A pale morning

just before sunrise,

before light comes

flooding

the wan landscape

and colours blaze,

but now as diurnal

things still half-asleep

after dark

in their chill nests.

27.08.2025

KEATS COULD WAIT

I was going to translate

a second sonnet

by Keats yesterday,

but after having posted

the first one

on Instagram

I saw the news,

saw Mariam Abu Daqqa

declared dead

in Israel's occupation forces' attack

at Nasser Hospital,

and then followed the names

of the rest, all known to me,

Hossam al-Masri,

Mohammad Salama,

Muath Abu Toha,

Ahmed Abu Aziz,

and later, in a new attack,

Hassan Douhan.

Keats could wait,

long dead. The newly

dead, the murdered

whose names

must be engraved

deep in consciences

couldn't. They had

to be heard.

26.08.2025

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TRANSLATING KEATS DURING GENOCIDES

I pick another of Keats sonnets

to be rewritten on water

in a language alien

to him; and then I go

and put the coffee machine

on, the mere sound

of the the black

liquid dripping

warming me

more than the slowly

increasing, hesitant light

of an August midday

outside. But nothing

can warm,

breathe back life

into bodies broken

in Gaza or in El Fasher;

lives and flesh

dismantled by hands

and minds

uncaring

as I try to reconstruct

the words and sentences

of a long dead youth,

not unlike those

whose brown and black

corpses lie

unburied in our conscience.

25.08.2025

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TRANSLATING KEATS DURING A GENOCIDE

I translate a lesser sonnet of Keats

waiting for the coffee to drop;

it's a chill morning chiming ten,

short, hard rain has just ended,

beyond the window clouds in dark violet

and white break into blue

keffiyehs of the autumn sky. He lies

meekly on the grass, the poet,

in reverie, and I pause, thinking

of the broken bodies lying dead in Gaza

that were living people

when I went to asleep after midnight,

and are now gone like Keats

as I rise and go to fill my mug,

their names not written in water,

but engraved with their broken,

white bones into our consciences,

shining crimson. 

25.08.2025

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FROM MYTH AND DREAM

Exhausted, the panting nymph

gave up running

collapsing to the ground,

the long playful chase

over, the huge centaur ceasing

his gallop, slowly approaching

the kneeling figure,

towering over her pale

figure as she bends her head

on the sun-scorched grass,

showing the erect

brute his prize;

she gasps, eyes widening

as the centaur thrusting,

grunting,

starts mounting her.

23.08.2025

A LATE AUGUST MORNING

Late in the morning, 

            the enfolding

mist dissolves,

                        sunlight

recreates the landscape

for the gaze

                    to reach.

22.08.2025

MORNING MIST

Beyond the windows, morning mist

a white front beyond the green

of the nearest trees,

the fields undulating,

rising as the village ridge

lost in the white,

seen only through memory.

22.08.2025

TO HIS ENCHANTING MUSE

Whether I gaze at your pussy

or your smiling face

I get horny, think of myself

kissing, licking

that adorable, beautiful cunt,

atop you thrusting

into your fruity clit,

you kneeling same

charming smile

on your lips

holding my shaft

ready to suck it,

riding me, my hands

gripping your buttocks

as you come.

20.-22.08.2025

ALL I CAN OFFER

I awoke into complete darknesss

past midnight, still half in dream,

feeling your mouth on my cock

sucking it past sleep,

your head bobbing up and down

into the first moments of awakening,

giving me pleasure,

such a good muse,

such a great muse,

source of pleasure and delight,

inspiring body and spirit,

and all I can offer

are these words

and cards to her collection,

paltry libations

in exchange of all

my muse gives.

20.-21.08.2025

EUROPEAN UNION IS 'APPALLED' THAT ISRAEL DEMOLISHED YET ANOTHER SCHOOL IN OCCUPIED PALESTINE FUNDED BY THE EUROPEAN UNION

The European Union claims

it's 'appalled'

that Israel destroyed yet another

school build with European Union

funding

in occupied Palestine,

but not 'appalled' enough

to do anything about it.

After all,

the European Union also says

that Israel

is Europe's

"greatest achievement",

and "a good ally"

with "shared common values"

and that rhetoric

matters more

to the European Union

than demolished schools

or a classful of children

killed each day

by Israel.

21.08.2025

THE BLOOD TESTIFIES

Blood covers the hospital floor,

so much blood,

and the journalist

who recorded the video

tells us the battle

to survive

ended in death,

the genocide

took yet another victim

and left their blood

to testify.

21.08.2025

WHO HAD BEEN WITH ME IN THE DREAM

I woke from a dream that faded

too quickly

for even a faint memory

to be captured

by my awakened mind,

but I was hard,

painfully hard,

and the image of my muse,

smiling in black mesh body

rushed into my mind

and then one

where she was

free of even the least

obstacle to my gaze,

so I knew

who had been with me

in the dream.

21.08.2025

UNITED BY YOU

I open Keyes' book

to seek a poem to translate,

but your images pour

from between its pages,

a double treasure of gifts,

and no longer can I think

of a poem to give metamorphosis

for a change is taking place

in my loins at the sight

of your bared flesh,

and a poem being born

in my mind, body

and spirit responding,

the two halves of existence

united by you.

20.08.2025

TRANSLATING

Translating poems via another language,

translating the voice of the translator

translating the voice of the poet,

and it will be finished

by the reader

translating my voice.

18.08.2025

MIST ON THE LAKE

Mist on the shores

of the lake

on summer evenings,

now on the fields

mist on cold

autumn mornings.

There will be

mist on the lake

on autumn mornings

over chill waters,

dark waves driven

by autumn winds,

there will be

mist on the lake

on autumn evenings

over chill waters,

dark waves driven

by autumn winds.

17.08.2025

WHEN IT ALL ENDS, THERE WILL BE JUSTICE (BUT IT WILL BE FAR TOO LATE FOR SOME MANY INNOCENT PEOPLE)

Israel is butchering Gaza,

making Zaytoun into a desert

because it can, because

the United States believes

a god ordaines it as part

of some Old Testament plan

like when Canaan

suffered genocide,

because the American opposition

still holds opposing a genocide

a purity test beneath them,

because the old colonial masters

in the United Kingdom

serve the new colonial masters,

because the European Union

considers Apartheid Israel's

genocidal regime

it's greatest achievement,

because Palestinian flesh

is soap and Palestinian blood

water to wash away

the Jewish blood

from European hands,

because Arab dictators

believe they can buy themselves

safety from Israel, for now,

by doing nothing,

by playing along,

like Iraq, Libya and Syria

wouldn't have taught them.

So the blood flows,

but Israel will be the one

not standing when it all ends.

17.08.2025

WE MUST NOT LET THEM GET AWAY WITH WHAT THEY HAVE DONE AND ARE DOING

These are days of horror

wrought by people

who erased "Never"

from "Never Again!"

and were pleased

with themselves

wiping their faces

with bloody hands.

17.08.2025

SOON THE LAND WILL SLEEP

Wind and light,

crisp and clear,

the Sun shines bright

yet the breeze bites,

heaves the branches

still green of leaves,

summer ending,

fall arriving,

soon the land will sleep.

16.08.2025

WHITE HERDS

Morning all sunshine

until the winds

drove their white

herds across the vast

blue hollow

of the August sky

and hid the Sun's

flaming disk

with the rushing herd,

until from a gap

a spear of light

cast across

the landscape.

16.08.2025

HE WISHES

Her image

has captivated him

and he wishes

there is no

key to this cage.

16.08.2025

AND YOUR MIND FROM MEMORIES

Wind and light

on morning after heavy rain,

your eyes tell of summer

still in the golden light

and land in green,

but your nose, your nose

smells autumn in the air,

and your mind from memories

brings the fall of bright

leaves from swaying branches

red and gold

on withered grass.

16.08.2025

IN THE DYING LIGHT ON THE WINDSWEPT SHORE

In the dying light on the windswept

shore I gazed at her picture,

imagined her there

on the sandy shore

beside me

just like in her picture,

just like in her picture

laying on the sandy shore

the very image of beauty and pleasure,

the very image of beauty and pleasure,

and myself getting up

in my bulging swimming pants

in a rush to take them off

and give her what my heart and flesh,

what my heart and flesh could offerm

for in her picture,

in her picture

she was the very image

of beauty and waiting pleasure,

the very image of beauty and waiting pleasure.

16.08.2025

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TRANSLATING ZHU XI(1130-1200)

The hard-beating rain

ended, I translate a poem

about clear, serene autumn

gone nearly a thousand years,

try to shape the coming day

into its fresh image.

16.08.2025

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INTO THE DARK WATERS

The late summer waters

dark waves wind-driven

from shore to shore,

human voices

talking lost words

in the far distance

fade even before I dive

into the dark waters,

feel the brisk cold,

briefly,

that fades like

the world beyond

the dark waters

except her image

burning in my thoughts.

16.08.2025

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TWO HOURS OF RAIN

A flood from the sky

washes the land

after midnight,

two hours of rain

beating the summer

into autumn

in the darkness.

16.08.2025

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LIKE THE WIND THE BREAKING WAVES

I sit on the pier,

an opened envelope

atop the Manyoshu,

the late summer evening,

the last embers of the fallen Sun

disappearing into the dark waves

coming from the main

breaking against the soft sand,

and yet I can barely observe

what is passing, the colours

and the fragrance

that would captivate,

the dark blue waves calling

offering their embrace,

for atop the Manyoshu,

free from the envelope

and obscuring veils

is beauty I can't divert

my eyes off, beauty

that raises my flesh

like the wind the breaking waves.

16.08.2025

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I CARE NOT

The midnight rain ends,

a colder day begins,

autumn arriving in the rain

and in the chill wind,

summer ending,

but I care not,

I care not

gazing at her naked beauty,

autumn and its winds and it rains

so far, far away from my thoughts.

16.08.2025

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IT CAN'T WASH AWAY MY DESIRE

Last swim of the summer behind,

came out of the dark waters

but an hour and a half ago,

and now waters pour

from the skies

to drown the land

yet I don't care about what is passing,

the summer and its joys at the lake,

for I only think of your

adorable pussy, so kissable

and lickable and fuckable.

Let the rain wash away the land,

it can't wash away my desire.

15.08.2025

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UNABLE TO THINK ANYTHING ELSE

What a painful joy to walk

my cock hard for your flesh

and unable to think anything

but plunging myself in your

beautiful slit, pounding

your pussy to our

joint coming.

15.08.2025

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WHEN THE RAIN STARTS

I have been back an hour

or less from the last evening swim

of the summer, 

                          writing poems

captivated by her bare beauty

that make wonders

for my mind and flesh,

when the rain starts,

strong autumnal rain in the dark,

hammering the land,

and I couldn't care less

that summer is passing

in a torrent of rain,

                                 when I gaze

at her image, bring forth a vision

of myself before her beautiful

thighs, her fair pussy

inviting me to enter

and dream myself

slipping into her wet pussy.

15.08.2025

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DEAR MUSE

Dear muse, you who give

life so joyous moments

amidst all the pain the world

brings to us,

no words or images

I can give can be enough

to repay your gifts

that allow me to ascend

above the grief

to your beauty.

15.08.2025

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WORDS NOT ENOUGH

If only I could take you out of the image,

dear muse, and

                           make love to you,

fuck you, bang you - all the words

romantic and erotic and lustful

not enough

                    to describe

how horny I am before you,

my Aphrodite.

15.08.2025

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AS SHE LIES NOW IN HIS THOUGHTS

If only his muse

would be at the reach of his flesh

as she lies now in his thoughts

enticingly bare and alluring

driving his lust,

keeping him hard,

he would take her gently,

and he would give himself to her hard,

and he would exhaust himself

pounding that beautiful pussy of hers.

15.08.2025

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WHAT SHE HAD IMPRINTED IN HIS MIND

The light had waned, night

cast above the summer roads,

and his gaze that had held

her wonder as he had walked

the roads to his evening swim

could no longer see her beauty

held in his caressing hands,

but his blissful mind held

her fair treasure at the centre

of all his thoughts,

the night fell away

and he saw only what she

had allowed him to see, what

she had imprinted in his mind. 

15.08.2025

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THE BEAUTY OF HIS MUSE REVEALED

Even the chill wind of late summer evening

turned warm

after seeing the image of the beauty

of his muse revealed,

and the waves on the lake

that had came cold

to meet him as he swam

were warm when they had passed

his feverish form, swimming

in the dying embers of the August light

but thinking little beyond

what his mind held before him of her.

15.08.2025

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A GIFT FROM HIS MUSE

He had planned to read

old Japanese poems 

on his way to the beach

for a late evening swim,

but after stopping at the mailbox

and finding a distant gift

of revealed beauty,

all he could do

as he walked in the fading light

was to hold to her image,

gazing at it, kissing

it, his flesh longing

standing erect, joyously,

painfully hard, her beauty

so close and captivating

and beyond the reach

of the longed fulfillment

his flesh yearned

but his mind rejoicing

went to its own blissful

fulfillment with each kiss.

15.08.2025

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A VISION OF HIS MUSE

His hands on her thighs

he rains kisses

on her beautiful

pussy, hungrily, 

kiss after kiss

on her,

            and after

kisses, 

his tongue

goes beyond kisses.

15.08.2025

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FINDING A TREASURE IN MY MAILBOX

The wind blew chill

with a hint of autumn

when with tremulous hands

I opened the wished for

envelope carrying a treasure,

and when first I laid my eyes

on the greatest of them,

dreamed of, the wind

blew chill no more,

I was hot and sweating,

I kissed and kissed the wonder

granted for my hungering

eyes, and feeling

blessed, traced the beauty

with my still shaking fingers,

hoping my caressing touch

and my hungry kisses

would reach her,

my muse, Venus gracefully

revealed to her adorer.

15.08.2025

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ON MY EVENING SWIM

The water feels

warmer this evening

as I do my evening swim,

twenty minutes of bliss

after plunging in

and feeling the cold,

floating

above the dark depths

of the lake,

below the dark depths

of the arriving night.

14.08.2025

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AT SUNSET IN MID-AUGUST

The cry of a crane

over the lake waters

at sunset,

a fish jumps

among the reeds

not hearing

the sound of summer

ending, autumn

arriving.

14.08.2025

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EXOISE

He gazes at her smiling face,

closes his eyes,

can almost feel

his hands caressing

her hair,

her mouth

closing on his cock.

14.08.2025

HIS MUSE GRANTS

Such a good place

to be, mentally,

happy and lustful

and grateful

to his muse

that grants

him flowing words

and images of beauty.

05.06.-14.08.2025