The Point of a Compass

I left home before graduation and moved in with him when I was seventeen. My mother called the police and said he was “harboring a minor.” The police car picked me up at his apartment to take me home. I went back the next day. She also took my passport. I reported it as stolen, and he bought me a new one. We went to the courthouse on my 18th birthday and signed the marriage certificate. A month later, we were on a plane to Israel.

The first compasses did not always point north. Early compasses pointed east.

We are a threat to the national identity

In addition to my beloved Poets of Babel, I’ve started a new page called “We are a threat to the national identity.” It was an impromptu reaction to this article about the ban of a book (Borderlife by Dorit Rabinyan) in which there is a Jewish-Palestinian love affair. But honestly, this is really the resultContinue reading “We are a threat to the national identity”

Split in Two: between Gifts and Blind Fury

 “Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.” ~ Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death   “Fame in theContinue reading “Split in Two: between Gifts and Blind Fury”

Because the Poets are Healers

                    This is just a piece of what’s going on in the world. 276 Nigerian girls kidnapped, three Israeli boys kidnapped and murdered, a Palestinian boy kidnapped and murdered, burned alive. I live in Jerusalem, so the latter is more poignant; there has been rioting, violence,Continue reading “Because the Poets are Healers”

LET’S GET LIT: Babbling towards Baghdad (My First Radio Interview!)

  I know, I know, I haven’t been around. But I’ve been studying poetry, falling in love lyric essay, being awaken at night by the muse. But now that the semester– and my first year of studying poetry– is over I’m getting busy again. Before I could fully get my foot out the door ofContinue reading “LET’S GET LIT: Babbling towards Baghdad (My First Radio Interview!)”

The First Poets of Babel Meeting! (…was 3 months ago!)

Four months and 16 days later, the first meeting of Poets of Babel has finally taken place and it was amazing. We were only 7, but then again 7 is the number of perfection. Ira, a Russian Israeli and Hebrew teacher arrived first. I met Ira at Hillel House in 2008 when I made myContinue reading “The First Poets of Babel Meeting! (…was 3 months ago!)”

“No Name” Yes, Poetry, Vol. 2, Issue 11: November 2011

Sarah, Shoshana. “No Name” Yes, Poetry Volume 2, Issue 11: November 2011. And while I’m at it, I know it’s a bit late, nevertheless, here it is. My second published poem is on page 7: http://www.lulu.com/items/volume_73/12176000/12176717/3/print/november.pdf Enjoy!

“Bread, Water & Gas” The Ilanot Review, Vol.2, No. 3, Autumn 2011

Sarah, Shoshana. “Bread, Water & Gas.” The Ilanot Review Volume 2, Number 3, Autumn 2011. Now that it’s official and in print an all, I would like to share with you my first publication: http://www.biu.ac.il/HU/en/cw/ilanot/poetry/sarah.html Also, PLEASE check out the entire issue: http://www.biu.ac.il/HU/en/cw/ilanot/. At the poetry reading that took place on December 15, 2011, I enjoyedContinue reading ““Bread, Water & Gas” The Ilanot Review, Vol.2, No. 3, Autumn 2011″

A Year of Transformation

{Written December 29, 2011 & January 1, 2011} “This is my inception, I’m writing my dreams” ~Common, “Blue Sky” The Dreamer, The Believer 2011 has been a great year of positive transformation. I got published (“Bread, Water and Gas” in the Ilanot Review http://www.biu.ac.il/HU/en/cw/ilanot/ & “No Name” in Yes, Poetry http://yespoetry.com/post/13311920484/vol-2-issue-11-november-2011), lost weight, and got promoted at workContinue reading “A Year of Transformation”