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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a world without flowers

the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flower pot is dead and cracked and quiet, and it’s steaming, baking hot the dark red flower pot lies empty and unused the seeds that used to lie in it were x-rayed ’til […]

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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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metal mouth

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

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signs in the dead of night

the sign at the coffee counter at the gas station says 25 hours, and i guess that’s right because that’s what they’re really selling. we’ll be in big trouble the day they stop providing us with such good https://www.viagrapascherfr.com/viagra-prix-pharmacie-france/ service. the dark, smooth highways in the early hours, with their visible gusts of dust and […]

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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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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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