the tips of my toes are balanced on marble steps through the soles of my shoes and in the air is that particular perfume of Persian roses and cloudy skies. Today, outside my apartment.
Month: January 2007
I thought I was prepared. I had the box of cereal ready, and I remembered that I had strawberries in the fridge. I casually open the fridge to get the milk… horrors! NO MILK! So instead I feasted on some…
One thing they don’t tell you about Haifa is its lack of good Mexican food. You can find decent Thai food, which is a relief. But after having lived near Pilsen and the amazing little taquerias that are scattered around…
I think I’m writing again but not speaking in every sense of the term. Speaking in the words that make sense to me and you if you could hear what I was saying to you. Every time I stare at…
I was feeling rather scattered about the books I’ve been reading while I’ve been in Haifa, and wanted it all in one place. I feel like it is easier to read here…I don’t have the distraction of tv & internet…
The fascination with darkness is nothing new. There are no stories or poems left In the spaces between lights flickering madly. This is a promise, in a way. The only darkness that was left was between stars, And that was…
The whole issue of Shabbat is one that is quite perplexing. Namely, the shops are closed during our weekend. Ah well, it isn’t too much of an issue. We can still buy stuff when we need to. My intention is…
I wrote this poem at the last open mic I attended in Chicago. I wanted to perform but I had nothing with me, so I wrote it at the last minute. 11/17/06 There are things surrounding me Pizza boxes and…
like the stories I used to tell to myself there are messages hidden for them to find hiding under tables and the ways I look out the window on long car rides. secrets are tied up in my lips in…
I hate to see you cry Lying there in that position There’s things you need to hear So turn off your tears And listenPain throws your heart to the ground Love turns the whole thing around No it won’t all…