The Wondering Workshop

Israeli authors and poets creating in English

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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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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A Nonexistent Appointment

It never happened, but we remember going through the bookshop, scanning through the dilapidating used paperbacks, buying nothing as proof of our being there, vaguely referencing this or that, making jokes about the man with the nose although it never happened. It was never about love, but I remember the clothes you wore, the short […]

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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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