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
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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.
Unveiled
Posted in Death/Loss/Grief, Fathers, Love, Poetry, Relationships, Seasons on July 12, 2015 | Leave a Comment »
I come to life when color begins to leave the leaves when the stain of amber and gold and burnt sienna seeps into the once verdant green and school-bus yellow ushering in the rich and glorious palette of decay and death.