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A student of English and French literature at Tel Aviv University, an aspiring poet and novelist.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Views on atheism: 1 of 15
Preacher, Tell Me of HeavenPreacher, tell me of heaven,if you must,of demons and angelsthat lurk in the twilightand thirst my sinful soul.Tell me of the shame I should feelfor my sex,for my passion,for the evil words I pour into this world.Tell meand I'll tell youof truth beyond the oxymoron,beyond the faceless faceand consta... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a friend: 33 of 200
Rhetorical QuestionSuppose I had a friendwho spoke offaithand he never utteredthe word god.Suppose he exuded sinceritywhen he spokeand I believedhe would alwaysbespeakingof faith.Now finally,supposethat something happenedand the friend I hadspeaksno more.What then? More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Paris: 8 of 34
MontmartreSacre-Coeur is tollingto the sound of clinging wine glasses,the smoke rises up the wooden aisleas cigarettes light up with short clicks.I had my portrait paintedby a shaky guy with bloodshot eyes,that said I had the smile of a Mona Lisa.A compliment?Communion has startedinside the porcelain eyeat the top of the city... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing terrorism: 8 of 32
ArabiaThese walls,this earth,knew many generationsby the taste of their blood,the texture of sweatthat dripped from the poresof militant recreation.Some pray by that wishing well,plead for better days,for larger fortune.What wall is not sacred in Arabia?Which had not fallenand was not rebuilt?How numbered are the walls hereth... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections: 65 of 242
Song by an ImmigrantI have a language,I don't know what it is.Someone once asked me:"In what language do you dream?""I don't know" I said.Then someone asked me:"In what language do you think?"Again I said:"I don't know".I don't have a mother-tongue,though I know what language my mother spoke.I don't have a homeland,though I k... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing faith: 9 of 31
Smite MeSmite mebefore the roads swarm with believers,with fools that have been waiting for you,who give and take in the name of you.Ungrateful beasts! just like me,just like you.Smite mewhile there's not an eye to see and behold,nor two knees to shatter against the ground,nor a voice that will turn me aroundand yell: "Faithl... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soldiers: 89 of 228
My Black SonLast week, I held a black babyin my arms, mama.Dust had gathered in the corners of his eyes,a milky skin drawn over them.He examined me with his deer-like gaze.His tiny hands, crusted with blood,reached for me.Stripes of black curved on his skinjust like the paint smeared on my face,except that he was brown and I ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Smoking: 22 of 56
Bad HabitMy friends should not be trustedto carry me with them wherever they head,too eagerly their dagger plungesinto the hand from which they fed.One should not relay upon my loversfor they as easily may turn their face,I may never know the nature of intentionshidden beneath flattery and lace.Blood fails to undertake friend... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 510 of 1201
Carpe DiemI will listenover a cup of strong, black coffeein the blasphemously early morning,leaned over a tope kitchen counter;over a glass of mild, white winein the late, bibulous night,leaned against the wooden panelof the seedy bar around the bend.over and over.I will hear time as it runs away with the trains. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark Poems: 244 of 424
My TimeThe sea does not rush to shoreand no one guards the guards,there are no trials for the judgesoutside the songs of bards. More..