Inspired by Yehuda Amichai (2000),Open closed open. Translated by Chana Bloch & Chana Kronfeld My life is the gardener of my body. The brain – a hothouse closed tight
Archive for the ‘Existential’ Category
Death and the Love Poem
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Existential, Love, Mortality, Poetry, Youth on September 1, 2015 | 1 Comment »
I asked my friend Deb for a poem idea. “Death?” she replied. “LOL.” I hadn’t told her it was intended to be a love poem.
La Petite Mort
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Fathers, Mortality, Sexuality, Spirituality on July 4, 2015 | 1 Comment »
Succumbing to the smoothest of fingers, I die. A little death, a divine death, releasing just enough of me into the plain where souls meet and dance, leaving just enough of me to remember that in order to live again everything must die.
You didn’t see me
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Isolation/Belonging, Mortality, Relationships on May 23, 2015 | 1 Comment »
I was a few rows behind, off to the right. You couldn’t see me. From this angle, your face was unfamiliar.