All morning I groom you with tiny lovenames.
I am a cat, you are my kitten, cowlicked
Gone is the old grove of green trees
Gone is the once-young, dancing body I had
Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on, sunshine, ice in the shallows, northern rockies. Rustle and shimmer of … Continue reading
What shall I do with you, homeland?
What shall I do with all this blood?
Where shall I put you
to prevent you from filling my days
with damage and grief?
Yael and Nofar were inspired by the eclectic and colorful look of a Polish deli they stumbled upon in Scotland. Wanting to create a story within this setting, they came up with 12 Zloty – a love story about a daydreaming butcher and his favorite customer.
Jen who never read anything
but bills and Sunday papers
comes back from the dead educated.
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
What is it going to take to stop this madness?