Poetry - Lynn White

  The Right To Choose Some citizens of Israel are exercising their right to return to the places they came from. The choice is theirs. Other citizens of Israel are exercising   their right to return to places they didn’t come from. The choice is theirs. New citizens of Israel may exercise their right to return   to ever more places they didn’t come from. Though less are making that choice, the choice is theirs. Only they have the right to choose where they settle. Only the Chosen have the right to choose. Only the Chosen have any rights at all. https://www.culturematters.org.uk/the-right-to-choose/

  Longing The years have passed but still she yearns for the child   that once grew in her body. https://www.lulu.com/shop/arden/the-pocket-poet/paperback/product-v82vk45.html?page=1&pageSize=4

  Apples Are Not The Only Fruit Apples are not the only fruit once forbidden but no more. And they come in a wider colour range than oranges without the dark side that came with Winterson. Now, even in Paradise all is well in the world of apples conspiring daily to keep the doctor away, just take a bite to begin. https://www.lulu.com/shop/arden/the-pocket-poet/paperback/product-v82vk45.html?page=1&pageSize=4

  Art Exhibition The egg box was so sculptural, a mirror of life in textured paper, almost a work of art. And then I remembered the glasses left behind in a museum of modern art by error or intent, real glasses, not the “ne sont pas les lunettes” Magrittean sort, I could feel some guerrilla art hatching as I ate a white chocolate egg and resisted the other. I made my way to the Art Gallery and placed the egg box on a table, between the other exhibits and opened it to show the Magrittean egg inside. Just the one egg seemed most fitting especially since I’d eaten the rest. I had already written the title card. But such a work deserved two titles one above and one below the artist’s name, my name, of course. First came: “THIS IS NOT AN EGG” and underneath: “THIS IS NOT AN EXHIBIT” It was perfectly placed and looked magnificently subversively ironic. I think Magritte would be proud of my effort. And now I must wait to see if anyone notices. https://cactifur.com/2026/09/02/lynn-white-ar...

  The Death of Empathy When empathy died the soldiers could dance in the underwear of the women whose homes they had destroyed. And dance they did with pride. You can see it in the films they made. When empathy was dead   the soldiers could steal children’s toys from the rubble of their bombed homes and repurpose them as tank trophies mascots to be flaunted with pride. You can see it in the films they made. When they had killed empathy   the soldiers could shoot babies in the head or gut - they chose, and someone’s daughter 200 times,   or 300 - they could choose though there were fewer films now ‘enjoy yourselves but don’t film’, they had been ordered and most followed orders.   When empathy was dead and buried and only silence could still be heard, Israel was supreme, a supreme being,   godlike in its power. Human rights were dead, humans would follow any of them even all when empathy was no more no one watched the films. https://www.abilitymaine.org/bs20...

  Some Of Them Are Brave Everyone knew it was happening the unheard story the tens of thousands dead, the millions displaced, the decades of rubble, the destroyed schools. hospitals, universities everyone knew. Everyone knew it was happening the unheard story even though the journalists were dead or expelled and banned everyone knew. Everyone knew it was happening the unheard story of the hundreds or thousands, or tens of thousands who had disappeared uncharged with any crime or misdemeanour everyone knew. Then three Israeli workers blew their whistles loud and everyone heard what everyone knew. https://samanthaterrell.weebly.com/shine-poetry-series/sept-1-lynn-white