My 2nd blank verse EPIGRAPH: We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.–Jeremy Irons (b. 1948) ... regret and failure, hopelessness against bulwark stubborn the generation's this; responding before breathe and pause; pain and anger the stifle and, kiss, hug, smile shall I; do… Continue reading Memories, or: Dreams
Regret, or: More often
Mourners relate to mourners
On a bright Thursday in August of 2014, my wife and I attended a beautiful Israeli wedding. It was a lovely outdoor wedding at 'the Moshav'. We still remember the year of the event because it so happened that my wife was pregnant with our daughter at the time. The chuppah (wedding canopy) The bride… Continue reading Mourners relate to mourners
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