Physical World, The

Another humid day: Humidity is fine if you're a young raindrop into water-weight training, pumping moisture. But once you're too muscular, you'll be on your own without a parachute. Then, at best, you might join a scenic river sailing out to sea, to see t...

In winter darkness we are called to light These candles of remembrance and of cheer.

I handed my siddur to you, After you passed your glasses, To the young man who shared his water, With the matron wrapping her sweater, Around the tiny one.

Sun kissed streets glowing, leading to a majestic wall where thousands of years unfold, There it stands tall

Poetry

She is a beggar with red strings and century-old eyes. She is techina dripping down a sun kissed forearm. She is an entrepreneur in pressed Armani at lunch break; double latte two sugars please. She is chess in the park, Arak and cigarettes. Hard hugs, lo...