Next year in Jerusalem. I say it joyfully, songfully and ever so mournfully. I long for it. I ache for it. I wish I didn't have to. Jerusalem has always been a symbol of all I think I want. I've lived in Jerusalem. I've breathed Jerusalem. I've soaked up her urine smelling streets with my … Continue reading Next Year In…Beit Shemesh?
Break The Chain
Newness smells like cheap plastic and styrofoam chips mixed with cardboard and a hint of pine. It fills my nostrils with each breath I take, embracing me with memories. Moving again, and this time it WILL be better. I pack methodically and neatly to begin with, although I know I will start losing momentum and … Continue reading Break The Chain
Father, I Dare For Fear
I am sitting in the white van with the red stripe. I am apprehensive and a little confused. I do not know what is going on, only that for weeks there has been a nervousness to my father that came with anxious phone calls and whispered unknowns. The twenty-minute drive in the gloomy Ohio spring … Continue reading Father, I Dare For Fear
Soul Torment
I need to tell you a secret. I am willing to tell the whole world so that you may find out. You are so raw with your pain, so openly bitter and hurt…so truthful with your anguish. You stir me so deeply that I cannot think of anything but you, and I don't even know … Continue reading Soul Torment
Move Me
The air is spliced by the deafening sound of anger, hate, and rage. Silence. One…two…three… We erupt in movement, our thoughts singular, our hearts united, as we clean the blood-soaked streets. We call, we confirm, we asses, all the while churning thoughts of hope, courage, and strength through our weary minds. It is all so … Continue reading Move Me
Colloquially Speaking 