Esman Rodas Calderon is a Guatemalan-American poet based in Lincoln, Nebraska. He has been writing poetry for 2 years, and has over a decade of experience in the arts. In addition to being a full time band teacher, he coaches speech for a state championship team the past 2 years. His work depicts a variety of personal and societal topics.
Dufflyn Lammers is a Paris-based coach, writer and speaker. She has published in The LA Times, Business Insider, Iowa Woman, Traveller’s Tales and on Russell Simmons Def Poetry, HBO. Her one woman show DISCOVERED debuted on London’s West End London and at the Hollywood Fringe Festival, 2018. She co-edited Chorus with Saul Williams and Aja Monet, Simon & Schuster, 2012. Dufflyn is anthologized in Poetry Slam: The Competitive Art of Performance Poetry, Manic D Press, 2000. She offers one-on-one coaching remotely with women all over the world. Catch her at the Global Exchange Conference, 2026 in Las Vegas or visit her at www.dufflyn.com for more.
A letter to Tel Aviv airport’s head of security, who interrogated me:
I’m sorry that you haven’t gotten a chance to hear how many terms of endearment there are in Arabic, Habibti Ya Omri Qalbi Hayati Rohi my sister, my age, my heart, my life, my soul I’m sorry that you don’t have someone whispering these to you at night when you are scared of air strikes
I am not sorry that I love a Palestinian
and yes, I do know the names of everyone in my partner’s family and no, I’m not going to tell you their exact addresses.
Wouldn’t you rather know how each of them smiles?
Samar is shy, and hers comes creeping from the side Bader’s bursts from his chest Raghad looks down before expressing This is the job of security, right? To collect others’ joy until you find some inside?
Fear has many faces and I look them in the eye in yours I see that what I say will affect my partner’s safety and safety in this case is not just, do we feel okay but will his family live to see the next day
I already felt your colleagues push by us in the street heard the slurs you spat watched from the bus as you cornered a man and pulled your guns
Telling Truth to you has consequences.
But I wonder if you might have softened your attacks if you knew I also grew up saying Baruch Atah Adonai in candlelight or searched my name on the internet and saw the catalogues of Holocaust deaths
Am I less Jewish than you?
It’s not that I want your sympathy but I want to watch your eyes shift knowing that we share this that nonetheless I love someone Palestinian that this is not a crime
but you’re the one with the assault weapon so instead I watch as you unpack and scan every individual item on me and I wish you inspected your air strike targets this closely
at the end of it all you take two of my liquids tell me they’re oversized
That’s a lie.
But– if lathering with stolen moisturizer will soften your edges take the whole damn liquids bag use it to dull corners of the rubble in Gaza to soothe the skin of the children whose parents you’ve taken to fill up your tanks and bulldozers until they’re out of commission
I hope that our children don’t meet in a war zone don’t reap the hate we’ve cultivated on the graves of loved ones, because
Childhood should never be a war zone can never simply be a ceasefire it must be a garden of respect that we tend to with love as water planting seeds of kindness and compassion until they blossom into trust and belief that the future is possible Together.
Not trying to survive but thrive.
Inshallah we’ll understand that with time.
about the author:
Eve Addams is a Denver-based poet whose work mixes storytelling with elements of magical realism to explore love, language, religion, trauma, and time. She is a member of the 2025 Mercury Slam Poetry Team and a 2x Moth StorySlam winner. Connect with her on instagram @eveaddamspoet