Photo: Na’ama Yehuda, Central Park
The moment where the seasons
Shift.
The transmutation
Of the summer
Into fall
Already final
Even if not
Entirely
Complete.
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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.
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No-Budge Sludge
Photo: Amitai Asif
There is sludge
That won’t budge
There is gumming of parts
So the muck
Becomes stuck
As so many now fudge
And prefer to hold grudge
‘Stead of clearing the gunk
Of those who claim truth is junk
Who treat lies
As their prize
And demise
As new highs.
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In Particular
Photo: Daniel Foy
She is deliberate. She takes her time.
Each line is drawn with distinct goal. Each color chosen with remarkable concentration. Each curve labored on in exact determination.
After all, the letters aren’t ‘just’ a prelude to a word expressed. It is none of it ‘just’ idle practice …
It is her name she’s working on, a profound soul-expression.
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Atmosphere
Photo: Amitai Asif
It’s the light
It’s the mood
It’s the tone
In the air
It’s the frowning
Of brows
And the cold
Atmosphere
It’s the half-frozen
Words
And the
Brrr
Everywhere.
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Mushroom Remedy
Photo: Amitai Asif
When problems seem to swell up
Overnight
And worry gives a boon
To fret and fright
It can help to remind
That while some puffy mushrooms
Do hold spite
Many are more air
Than actual might.
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Dish Wish
Photo: Ofir Asif
There is something quite delish
In the droll smile of a dish
That has climbed above all others
To achieved its broadcast wish.
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Honk-a-ton
Photo: Inbar Asif
A smile,
A wave
A blast of horn,
Afternoon outing
For the honking
Brave.
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Dubious Maximus
Photo: Tzur Gedalya Moriah
One cannot argue doubting
He who violated trust before.
Suspicion is a justified insurance
So he cannot to do this anymore.
Smoke and mirrors will not mask
Acts the decent do deplore.
Deflecting will melt in the light of day
As Truth now won’t ignore.
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Even In The Blackest!
Photo: Atara Katz
Even in the blackest night
There’s hope
In sight,
There’s light.
As addendum to this prompt I want to add news of amazing breakthrough research that is offering tangible hope to people with spinal cord injuries, who till now may have had little light at the end of their dark tunnels. Who knows — soon they may be able to get up again and walk!
Scientists use stem-cells to make paralyzed rats walk again!
(I’m doubly excited for this remarkable news because the co-leader scientist in this research, Professor Shulamit Levenberg, is my sister!)
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