Poems

The First Rain

The First Rain The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn’t remember the rain of yesteryear. A year is a trained […]

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Tourists

Tourists Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces at the Wailing Wall And […]

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Wildpeace

Wildpeace Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in the heart when the excitement […]

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Yad Mordechai

Yad Mordechai Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here still look out the windows like sick children who are not allowed outside to play. And on the […]

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A love song

A love song “Do you see over my shoulders falling, Snake-like ringlets waving free? Have no fear, for they are twisted To allure you unto me.” […]

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