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Showing posts with label colonizers. Show all posts
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Friday, July 10, 2026

SWIM THROUGH THE VEIL

by H. G.




UN Human Rights in the Occupied Palestinian Territory calls on the Israeli Government to urgently protect Dr. Hussam Abu Safiya and ensure his safety, dignity, and physical integrity. The Israeli Government must immediately release Dr. Abu Safiya, or promptly charge him with a recognizable criminal offence and grant him a fair trial. In the meantime, he must be urgently transferred to a civilian hospital to ensure that he receives life-saving medical care. Dr. Abu Safiya, the director of Kamal Adwan Hospital in northern Gaza, has been held in Israeli custody since December 2024 under Israel’s Unlawful Combatant Law, without charge or trial. He was arrested at the hospital after refusing to evacuate while treating critical patients. According to his lawyers, Dr. Abu Safiya appears to be at imminent risk of death. Information available to UN Human Rights--OPT indicates he has been subjected to torture and other ill-treatment, including prolonged solitary confinement, repeated severe assaults resulting in grave injuries, and denial of medical care. —United Nations, July 9, 2026


Reoccurring
nightmares of my childhood
suddenly surprise my adult dreamscape

I'm drowning again
too deep underwater
sometimes
my ankle tied to a boat
other times
my car went over a bridge 

my chest and lungs
burn building
crescendo of terror
tension rising
behind my eyes
my head:
a pressure cooker
needing to whistle

I accept death
mouth and lungs
a vacuum 
sucking in
only to find

I can breathe underwater 

and I see
my Irish great (times two) grandparents
drowning
as the Staten Island Ferry sinks
with them on board

I feel the rage burning in her chest
the pressure of millions of colonized generations of the Irish
screaming in her head
freedom murdered
death in diaspora 
finally sucking water
into her lungs

and she swims through the veil
into my dreams

bloated
water laden corpses
newly lifeless buoys
bobbing
left behind 

and she breathes underwater with me

she whispers to me,
follow the call
follow our footsteps
to Staten Island
and Jersey City 

to our Palestinian brothers and sisters
and promise
not to leave them behind
even if we all drown
in the blue
of two colonizer flags

and so I wait
in my dreams
with my great (times two) grandmother 
and Refaat Alareer, Michael Collins, and Anne Frank
and the starved, shot, drowned, hanged, gassed, exiled, vaporized, reanimated (and reeliminated), dismembered masses
for Dr. Hussam Abu Safiya

when he arrives
we swim through the veil
and try again


H.G. is an American poet based in New York. She holds an MA in history and is working on her first verse novel. Her previous poems have appeared in The New Verse News, The Inflectionist Review, The Amphibian, Blue Minaret and is forthcoming in Neon & Smoke.

Tuesday, January 06, 2026

LIBRE VENEZUELA

by Chris L. Butler


Animus aggression
unhinged & unchecked.

Jet propulsions
accompanied by
mass explosions.
Convicted felons
claiming criminality.

An ironic eruption.
Manifest destiny?
No, even worse.
Manifested violations
of international law.
A cruel collective
giving dangerous
directions to gain
crude investments.
Got other nations
quaking each time
he utters the word

liberation. Cabinets who
claim to be peacemakers 
yet 
the traits exhibited
are the total opposite
of Quakers. Some see

a circle of friends.
To us? We see a circle
of dictators. Perpetrators
of neo neo colonization.
It’s like we learned nothing
from Iraq, Afghanistan,
Vietnam, Libya, or Syria.
Forget our issues in America
if oil money is on the table.
Copy & paste a country name
here enters Venezuela.
How is this any different?


Chris L. Butler is a Black American-Canadian poet from Philadelphia, PA living in Southern Ontario outside of Toronto. He is the author of the forthcoming chapbook Melodies of the Oppressed (Ethel Zine, 2026) and four other chapbooks. Chris' work has been featured in Variety PackPoems for Persons of InterestGhost City ReviewPinch JournalSouthern Florida Poetry Journal, and more. He is a 3x Pushcart Prize nominee, and a 1x Best of the Net nominee.