Listen to the horns blow, loud and brassy! The big showdown between the States and Iran is blowing the roof off the joint, taking up every inch of the marquee. Dig it: this highdicty drama is nothing but a smoke screen. It’s the thick, sweet smoke of a midnight cabaret hiding the quiet hustle in the back room. While the whole world is trembling at the thought of iron ships and raining fire, looking up at the blinding lights, the deep clay of the West Bank is shifting beneath their feet. Lord, the lines are quietly moving in the dark. Continue reading →