History’s Layers

ledge AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Layered rock

Cracks and rifts

Blackened hearths

Tribes adrift

Weight of time

Overhead

Stories told

But not dead.

 

For Wits End Photo Challenge

 

Walk This Way

Ein Pit OsnatHalperinBarlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Walk this way

To the water

Where the goats

Cleared a path.

Walk this way

Where the feet

Of the ancients

Have passed.

Walk this way

Little brother

I will give you

My hand.

Walk this way

And together

Our adventures

Expand.

 

 

For Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge

 

(Some) Favorites

 

 

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Here’s to (some) all time favorites

To the “Wow! This is it!”

To the ooohs and the ahhhs

That make my smiles repeat.

 

 

For The Photo Challenge

Awakening Priorities

Coffee Tzur Moriah

Photo: Tzur Moriah

 

In the cold blur of morning

Atop a bare, frigid slope

Here’s to friendly warmth brewing

And a good view to scope.

 

 

For The Photo Challenge

Favorite Places

Ogonquit

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

There’s no place quite like it

And yet it’s more place than one

Where the surf breathes the ocean

Onto bare feet and sand.

 

 

The Photo Challenge

Winsome Puddle

puddle play OsnatHalperinBarlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Irresistible

To poke a stick

In

Prepossessing

Pond of mud

There is little

More delightful

Than puddle frolic

To be had.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Find a Home

 

 

The prompt for today was just too on point to ignore, when the paperback became available TODAY (!!!) and when so much of this novel is about what a home is, or what may at any moment become a place one is pushed out of or needs to run away from. The connection felt even more apt with how the holidays bring up for so many the very realities and stories of a home (or lack thereof).

“Apples in Applath” is a work of fiction, yet very real children do fall victim to policies and realities not of their choice or making. Also real is that what makes a home or family is not always immediately obvious; and that hope and wariness, need and conscience, often compete inside one’s soul as one seeks a safe space to call home.

I’m very excited for “Apples in Applath” – my fourth book and third novel. I hope you’ll check it out and share it with others who may find an interest. I hope that it may find a home in yours.

Even more so, my wish for you — and for all who are or once were children — is that you’ll always have a safe nest to call home.

 

For The Daily Post