The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

Facing East              This steel shell memorial to two lives, a composer and his singer, looms at me before...

Two Aunts When I feel the old hunger coming on, I think of my two great-aunts, A farmer’s daughters, Speakin...

Learning to Make an Oud in Nazareth The first day he cut rosewood for the back, bent sycamore into ribs and made ...

A Morning I have carried it with me each day: that morning I took my uncle's boat from the brown water cove ...

The Mud Vision                     Statues with exposed hearts and barbed-wire crowns Still stood in alcoves, hares flitted ben...

Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone. Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silen...

My Grandmother’s Grave When my grandmother died I thought, “She can’t die again.” Everything in her life hap...