
Dust in the Israeli Wind
There’s a thin veneer of sand In this ancient land Of so many stones Reclaiming the country grain by grain … Continue reading Dust in the Israeli Wind
Sailing on Dry Land – Audrey Weinberg
Lived an extraordinary life as a kid. My writing is creative non-fiction; any personal history is subjective at best and downright tales at worst.
There’s a thin veneer of sand In this ancient land Of so many stones Reclaiming the country grain by grain … Continue reading Dust in the Israeli Wind
Yael pulled the thin sheet over her head, but it did nothing to block out the sounds of the damn … Continue reading The Life She Saved
Where I’ve been It’s been a long time since I wrote anything. I’ve been in a sort of retreat, I … Continue reading I’M BACK – where I’ve been – where I am
A story in Installments – Part 1 The rigging clanked against the mast and seagulls cawed, both familiar sounds, as … Continue reading Paradise Rediscovered – a Mystery Unfolds
His large, rough fingers crept up my thigh, and I held my breath, looking pleadingly at my mother. She smiled … Continue reading A Dubious Friendship – Port Sudan,1978
Inspired by “Outline,” by Rachel Cusk “Hey, let’s start a book club,” says my friend on the phone, while we … Continue reading Book Club
Today is the day I resolve To be a cat. Soft and relaxed, Arching my back – slightly – … Continue reading Poem: Now I am a Cat
“You can be wrong when you’re right, even if you’re right on cue…” sing The Barr Brothers, Even the Darkness … Continue reading Mrs. Always Right
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Many people including myself have had experiences that make feeling vulnerable or intimate a bit more… Continue reading Russian Doll inside: Holding the trauma of our past to live more fully in the present.
She doesn’t give up, this girl.
Today, she had me horizontal,
On her pink yoga mat
On the carpet
In front of the TV,
Adriane telling her what to lift and when.
I liked the horizontal feeling,
Although it was harder than the bed.
I love bed.
Curling up on the memory foam mattress.
Quilt surrounding me.
Feeling him not too far away, his warmth,
His steady breathing.
I like it best when she lets me lie flat on the bed,
Her behind sinks in deeper,
Into the mattress.
Her head into the pillow.
I keep straight, well, as straight as I can
A line between neck and behind
But then he tells her,
“You’re snoring”
and she makes me turn on our side.
And after a while, I feel all crooked