The Wondering Workshop

Israeli authors and poets creating in English

cutting out traumatic memories

i sit in a chair in front of the mirror as i’m shorn of the last strands grown out of my mind signifiers of words tumbling down to the floor: uniform, mess hall, discipline, obedience, responsibility, ambassador, pride, power, authority, hierarchy, bureaucracy, weapons, ballistics, strategy, efficiency, the contradiction of the value of life, allies, enemies, […]

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sex education as done by the wondering workshop

everything begins, and ends, with an orgy. everything is better with lesbians. the funny thing about birds and trees is that if the birds aren’t getting it on then the trees don’t get to reproduce. even piloting a giant disguised in fur through virtual bowels is not enough to dampen sexual urges. when an author […]

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the 35th meeting

i haven’t been here that long, but long enough to call it tradition. or habitual. it’s like a carton of cigarettes, by the time you’ve gotten into it enough to be addicted it’s too late to realize that you don’t earn enough to pay for it and food. so they finally get to me, after […]

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metal mouth

my dentist demands complete submission, leaving winter in my face [See me reading this live]

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frustration

i don’t know what privation is or is not any more than i know the squiggles and teeth of the horse, whose head lies between crocodile’s teeth i know what i know is what behandlung von haarausfall in einem frühen stadium i don’t know is pre-oedipal pre-conscious pre-lacking and its sublime sublimation sees me chewing […]

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The Morning After

I open my eyes and stretch in the pre dawn light. Last night is still a blur and this morning hasn’t officially started yet. I turn on my side and see her on the floor, leaning with her back against the bed. Images of last night are rushing to my head. I toss a pillow, […]

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Back to Thursday Morning

Looking back, I wonder. If I could go back to Thursday morning, before all this mess and give myself just one advice or warning. What would I say? I won’t waste such an opportunity on something as banal as telling myself I should sleep at my place rather then yours because I know that the […]

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Too Much Drama

“Aren’t we too old for these dramas?” She asks. “We are not in high school anymore”. I should say “you’re right” or “no we’re not” but all I can say is “You’re old enough to recognize the same old dramas. But you’re too young to know how fucking dull it is to live without them”.

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