i’ve read a lot of powerful poetry lately, and things you may find hidden in my ear stands out as one of my favorites. the poems activated all my senses, making me feel the tastes and sounds of gaza and the occupation as much as can be conveyed on page. 

from palestine a - z 

y

yaffa is my daughter's name. i put my ears near her mouth when she speaks, and i hear yaffa's sea, waves lapping against the shore. i look in her eyes, and i see my grandparents' footsteps still imprinted on the sand.

i was all excited that this book fit in my pocket and then it fell out. 🫠

photo review here: https://www.instagram.com/p/C4jXnonP0OS/?igsh=NzBmMjdhZWRiYQ==