The Wondering Workshop

Israeli authors and poets creating in English

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This Is Just to Answer

I have read the note that you left on the fridge and which you http://www.buy-trusted-tablets.com probably thought was amusing Someone else took my apricots and thought he was too

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Sun Flower Stasis

Something about the emptiness of this fine establishment, sends inviting ripples of calm. A neighborhood Chinese place on main street Since 1983, nearly thirty years of fortune cookies at dinnertime. As we walk through the red wooden door and into this childhood capsule, the mat-triggered bell summons a lone figure from the nether to sit […]

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Dante in Jersey

I was not e’en supposed t’be here today The game is set for two, by then I’m gone It can’t be all just work and never play   Stagnation reigns as hours slip away A bunch of savages are in this town I was not e’en supposed t’be here today   Remaining here will lead […]

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Walk of Shame

As I stumble down your building’s crumbling stairwell, clothes disheveled, eyes bleary, cursing myself for forgetting sunglasses in this early-late eerie light, I pause by your light blue Volvo to compose.   I set my hair straight in your side mirror, noticing that dent your ex left, which you never got around to fixing. I […]

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Black Noise

Everyone sweats in creaking formal dress silently cursing the sun under hats and moustaches. The Rabbi and one enthusiast mumble muffled prayers to keep the buzz going in this hushed procession of family and friends and family friends some justly overwhelmed, most just uncomfortable.   And all the while the graveyard ogre keeps pushing the […]

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Disharmony

I am often wont to wander up and down the sleek designs of your flimsy summer skirt: The seams I see may sometimes seem to smile or is it crease to hide a spot or to conceal a greasy stain. I will attain that some things never change we’re always on a different page writing […]

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Perched Lunch

You climb to the top of the hill to see and not to be seen. Such prominence is reserved for solitary luncheoners who chose a messy sandwich for a meal and would rather not get caught with cheese smeared on their beard. From up here you can see the fashionable girls who are already done […]

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In New York, On Friday

A Tribute to Frank O’Hara (forty-seven years and forty-six days after “The Day Lady Died“) It is 12:30 in New York a Friday ten days before WTC memorial day, yes it is 2006 and I go get a haircut because I will get off the 4:21 in Easthampton at 7:15 and then go straight to […]

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Dinner Party

Two by two they come to dine bearing blessings, food and wine, discussing weather, haute couture, the current raging furniture, mortgage rates with rising prices and the right amount of spices. Impenetrable duplexes, Inseparable bicarbonates. The third elephant arrives at the ark and goes back home with his trunk between his legs.

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Endurance

The endless horizon which stops short, unable to breach the fog of this fairly ordinary sunset, amongst the vile crowds that flood this beach every weekend, the cliché beach music that my sensitive taste somehow manages to ignore despite the urge to criticize, and the flat warm beer in my cracking plastic cup that threatens […]

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