Gadi.

What a beautiful book! So moving! So mature! So playful! So descriptive! So emotional! So true! So cultural! So beautiful! It's about a young girl growing up to become a ...

WOW! Amazing. It's an original page-turner, to say the least. First off, Clarice and Hanibal are brilliant together. I watched the movie after reading the book, and I have to ...

Jane’s Animals My shoes clap like a baby’s hands as I enter the new house. In San Diego we never had wooden floors and rows of green, summer foliage flapping ...

montgomery i didn’t use to be like this. i didn’t use to be afraid. i was bold and strong, i didn’t care about nothing. now i’m goddamn scared. for the ...

the end of virtue she has a legacy before her. all of her children are standing in a row on the stage with a black curtain pouring across their backs. ...

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and see ghosts. I see a window, and a desk, and a door. I’m still there. I feel sorry for ...

To Me, On November 9 2003 maybe it was Fate with her indelicate fingers crawling through my red thanksgiving sweatshirt or maybe it was the Fear that flooded or the ...

This is the coldest hour and you are my furnace. You are standing here before me— with a long, accepting smile across your dusky face. The deliberate rays of your ...

California Burning We turn the ashtray on its side and watch the dry black dust drift away in the wind. The snow crunches under our feet like an old melon ...

My Jesus Novel Chapter One The First Time We Met It’s February 1993 and I’m trying to write a poem on the subway when an old, bearded homeless man parks ...

Another Snowfall The world burrows its arms in my flesh and another snowfall makes its home— in the deepest whites of my eyes they mesh, the ice and the glass, ...

tell me the truth tell me the truth: nothing but it; nothing but it please, and i dare you— i double-dare you—to tell me the truth, and nothing but: nothing. ...

Part 1 1 There’s a misnomer in the midst. She traces the lines in a book; a cold breeze punches in from the open window as flecks of ice drift ...

So I got this place I want to go to, you know? Some wonderful place. In Bavaria someplace, just living in a little hut by a river, and the whole ...

plowing through the night i’ve found another song i’d never listen to, another eye i’d never open. somewhere, the night clasps down on fires, and glowing orange fibers dance across ...

he walked like dead men walk. when fingers move,mouths yawn open,their red fissurebreaking bare. sometimes, the sounds of scrambling bodiesseemed like naked sticksacross dust and dirt. he would walk i

the older the nightthe colder the chills as they break throughmy skin, spinelike ice ploppinginto a simmering potin winter, orangesweatshirts in snowand thoughts of yesterdaystill rising likeelevators

In the light of our preceding conversations—those husky, coffee-laden strings of observationson the nature of the human condition—we naturally collapsed into bed together,your face tinted and slan

are you a poemor just a sordid fantasy?if you’re blind as a batthen can you feel the night?or do you justmelt into it, the ridges of your separationbecoming more and ...

Spoiler! : Not to disclaim... but I wrote this very tentatively, before sleeping, without reading over. If it's horrible, please be very harsh! Funeral of an Adopted MotherShe tried on ...

“Who am I? This or the other?Am I one person today and tomorrow another?” -- Dietrich Bonhoeffer, “Who Am I?”I.Today we sold our old house in Israel. It’s raining outside ...

Before she raped him, the salmon-pink rash on his neck looked innocuous, even attractive—the way it slipped up under his hair like a spider web, silky-smooth and so ready to ...