This is a city of exiles.
In spring the wind lifts from the surface
of the Dead Sea over the wilderness
in a blast of sand.
It blows on the carpets as we beat them
until the threads are raw
and fail apart from each other.
All day we hear the shutter [...]
When you live in Jerusalem you begin
to feel the weight of stones.
You begin to know the word
was made stone, not flesh.
They dwell among us. They crawl
up the hillsides and lie down
on each other to build a wall.
They don't care about prayers,
the s [...]
I go to the center of the world
near the edge of Jerusalem
where the grapes are all picked
and the men are climbing
into the olive trees.
I watch how they beat the branches
and the dark fruit drops to the ground
as the families move in and out
of the [...]