The fact that so many people don’t even see the use of poetry any more should be seen as a danger sign, no less than global warming.
We’ll be delivered / It will appear out of nowhere / Like the yona
What will she discover / When the time comes? / Which bags will she appropriate
And G-d / said, / Where is Man, / your brother?
A heart of ice / needs to be rubbed back to life.
This beautiful song Doesn’t have a goal, It is the surf Emerging from the shoal It is the wind Blowing from the soul. Take every creation Let go of its button hole And it will rise. In everything that you learn In everything you do, Ignore what it will earn, And you Read more
A Serial Haiku Call to Spiritual Arms Darkness is a bluff, It seems like it’s forever, It’s gone in a wink. A tiny light bulb, Can light an amphitheater, So can your light too. Yoseph is a spark, Esav is a bale of hay, Doesn’t stand a chance. It’s easy to Read more
Inside, you imagine the streets are flooded,
for seeing ibex leaping across desert sands
Searching the sky / With a hopeful eye, / In the chilly night air / Until the moon will appear.