There Are Days That I Am Dead

"They are filled, the tombs" Michal Rubin writes, as she chronicles her grief and rage during the first year of the current Gaza war. These poems are a eulogy for a dismantled fantasy, a foundation Rubin grew up with in Israel. She exposes her helplessness with an intense directness that challenges her own privileged safety, while carrying on a tender poetic dialogue with Palestinian writings.

The poems move between days of despair and days of yearning for another world. There are hard pictu...