So…I am obsessed with the Tower of Babel. I’m not 100% sure why, although it’s clear to me that this obsession relates to my love of languages. But it’s not just the love of speaking languages or even hearing them, but just seeing the text of another language sends me into an irrationally ecstaticContinue reading “Tower of Babel Collage”
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The Sun and I
the sun burns and tear drops fall from its rays the internal combustion that is the life of us all constantly destroys itself and draws energy from destruction and the contained calamity one of these days that beautiful star is gonna burn out one of these days he’s gonna implode and leave a big blackContinue reading “The Sun and I”
He
He is the gypsy, the pirate, the wanderer He is the mysterious Spaniard the arrogant Frenchman the Tartar horseman He is the Cherokee archer the Mayan shaman the Hindu priest He is the photographer’s eye the chef’s secret the musician’s string He is the desert prince the wind of the Black Sea the Celtic knotContinue reading “He”
Second Published Poem!
“Dear Shoshana, Thank you for your submission to Yes, Poetry. Yes, Poetry would like to include “No Name” in our November issue. Please reply to this message with any questions you may have. You will receive an email when the issue is online. Thank you again for submitting. Also, feel free to friend us on facebook for updates: https://www.facebook.com/yespoetry” I’m super-excited!!Continue reading “Second Published Poem!”
First Published Poem!!!
“Dear Shoshana We’re happy to inform you that your poem, Bread, Water and Gas, has been selected for publication in the Fall 2011 edition of The Ilanot Review.” Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The perfect gift for my 30th birthday this Friday!
White Night
I was going to write I was going to tell you that You are a light But I was too displeased with my life that day to celebrate yours in my mind on the way It took me a while to catch up to dispel the fear, to join the cheer To find more loveContinue reading “White Night”
Sage
How can such beauty exist in sin and why are the perplex things of nature so why is our reality so intricate and full of mystery and question, (pundits), enigma, conundrums, quagmires, dilemmas why is our identity composed of so many variables why do I have to choose what is right and wrong- which wayContinue reading “Sage”
Know
I want to write the books call me from the womb of my mind I want to establish the plans ache & beg to be born I want to paint the colors, never seen cry out in oblivion My stories, my places, my scenes & images My kaleidoscope collages are there, their non-existent existence soContinue reading “Know”
The World is Such a Beautiful Place in My Fantasies
The world is such a beautiful place in my fantasies my love is eternal and my flame is not smothered by the nations my truth stands bare and knowledge is not ashamed before God my freedom is not suppressed and runs as the wind skips with leaves and rocks sip the waters of many riversContinue reading “The World is Such a Beautiful Place in My Fantasies”
I Was Told that I was Haunted
I was told that I was haunted. Now I know it’s true. The thoughts creep under my covers and snuggle up with me in the bed; they whisper ideas that threaten me with evaporation should I dare not get up, 55 minutes past my bedtime, and write them down. Just as I’d begun to thinkContinue reading “I Was Told that I was Haunted”
Shoshana Sarah 