Every night, I hold up my magic mirror. Show me Gaza, I whisper into the darkness  until they appear. Familiar faces, I’ve seen them now for over a year. Some smile, some plead, some weep, some hold up their children in despair. “Don’t skip” “I know you are tired of us” “We know you are…

“What cannot be said, will be wept.” – Sappho If I were a mermaid, I would weep large paisley tears into an ocean of black gold. If I were a pari of the sea, I would shed  black-moon pearls from the warm  underbelly of the world. If I were a mermaid, I would not comb…