The Wondering Workshop

Israeli authors and poets creating in English

On Ellsinore’s Beach

On that summer’s day, we were playing make believe. Pretending to be Hamlet and Ophelia with mock grieve. We gave names to the approaching clouds and drizzle, This one’s “shaped like a camel” and “methinks, it is like a weasel”. I reached for your hand and you, frightened with false fire, preferred a flowery swim […]

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Taking the fall

His lips. Only when His lips touch my brow. Only then I feel like a man. Only then I feel that this is heaven and that these gentle kisses are the only things that create me in His image. When the stolen moments of our love are at their end He wipes the tears from […]

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