Sunday in the West Bank

by Emily Davis-Fletcher

Was Sunday saved? I ask the moon.

Nearly a year since I read that charity’s plea

for emergency funds. Has his weight doubled?

His tawny fur grown thick and long to swallow

a hand in that gentle meadow

of his back? Was he reunited with his mother who brayed

and brayed, a donkey prayer, for her baby to return?

Do they, now, walk a rocky path together under stars,

as Sunday carries a pregnant woman to where

his warm, steady breath will keep the future sleeping

peacefully? Moon, what happened

to the twelve-year-old who used her body

to shield Sunday, taking blows from children

who beat him with the sticks and stones of

their hands and feet? Both bleeding,

she ran with him limp in her arms. Was she

rewarded with red roller skates? Does she glide

figure eights ‘round her home, infinity

‘round her family? Was the only blood she wore

the rest of the year a trickle

from her skinned knee? The wound healing in a week if

she did not pick the scab, the way I could not resist

as a child? Remember me at nine? I wanted

to kill the days too, especially Sunday, when my stepfather

would yank me from the sofa like a dandelion, smack

my face for saying something only his deaf

ear could hear. Once, I followed a ditch of Queen Anne’s

lace to Big Creek, caught minnows, as wet and slick as

my tears, then slit them open with rocks.

Moon, did you see cruel children in bold letters,

congealed above ongoing conflict

in that charity appeal? I wanted to reply,

the cruelest children are dead children. Why

when I have no tears left, do minnows swim down my cheeks?

Those girls and boys heard their own brays for mama, for

mercy, unanswered. Ripped the half hearts

of their own ears. Shattered

themselves in the tender mirrors of Sunday’s eyes.


Emily Davis-Fletcher is a writer and educator. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing from Hollins University, her MA in Women's Studies from the National University of Ireland Galway, and her BFA in Creative Writing from Stephens College. Her poetry has been published in Tinderbox, Crannóg Magazine, the Irish Examiner, and The High Window, among other journals and anthologies. She has taught poetry workshops at elementary schools, assisted living communities, and domestic violence shelters, as well as at the Pat Conroy Literary Center and Stephens College. In 2025, she won the Starkey Flythe Jr. Memorial Prize in Poetry and the Oliver Bowman Award in Poetry. Most recently, she won the Tom Howard Poetry Contest 2025 and the 2026 Foley Prize.  If you are looking for a writing mentor or editor, you may email Emily at  emilydfj@gmail.com  to learn how she can help. 

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