Looking at homes. Dreaming of living there. Looking back. Or forward? All I need is my own place. In Katamon. Tu bi Av. A love day? A dream day? A Nachamu? No consolation for me. Not now. Not ever?
Tag: poetry
My American Anniversary
Today is nineteen years since I’ve arrived in this blessed land of the USA. We came here as a family. Since then we lost two most beloved male members of it. And – we gained two most amazing little girls. The circle of life? How did we fare here? Am I grateful, sad, indifferent, cheerful? I…
Dreaming of the Golden City
В этом городе звезды так близко – рукою подать В этом городе воздух напоен лавандой и мятой В эту ночь как спою я Тебе о любви? Your night’s stars are so close, I can touch them by hand Satiated Your air with lavender smell Where find the words for my love song to You, When…
My Depressing Poetry
I love poetry, but for some reason, when I try my hand at it, everything comes out so depressing, that one might cry. Nevertheless, I am going to put it here for your critique. My little things are not really poetry, I wouldn’t dare call it that way, but just little try-outs. Torah, Jewishness, Israel…
In the Autumn Mood
Autumn, fall, osenj – however, you name it, the meaning for me is the same – beauty of colors, crying skies, the imminence of the coming winter. Every fall I start physically feeling worse from the day temperature drops so that I need a jacket to wear. Cold. I stay cold until the first tiny green baby…
Noshing Across the Nation 