Strange Light

April 20, 2021 § Leave a comment

Heatwaves

April 20, 2021 § Leave a comment

Sometimes I catch a glimpse

And I ask myself
Who do you belong to?

Little orphan
Little wretch
Sandy-toed urchin.

You won’t get far.

Just a few continents,

A handful of lifetimes.

Passing Storm

April 11, 2021 § 1 Comment

England, oh my England

April 10, 2021 § 4 Comments

I cannot read the word ‘Flanders’ without a wrench inside. I cannot think of you, England, nor can I compare it to the other four corners of this earth.

Waking up in the winter room, and my breath is a white mist.

The lead around the windowpane is frosted over.

That I could be reunited with my homeland, that I could ride my horse again, on your crispy, January lawns.

I cannot think of teacups and wallpaper without that wrench.

What on earth am I doing so far from my beloved England? What possessed me?

I suppose, I wanted to be a Good Jew.

How wretched.

Morning

April 8, 2021 § Leave a comment

A man on a bicycle approached me on the tayelet.

‘You must be the pinkest girl on earth’, he said.

‘But I’m wearing sunscreen,’ I replied.

‘In what heaven do they make such pink and white girls?’, he asked me.

I roared with laughter.

Still Seas, Erev Yom ha Shoah 5781

April 7, 2021 § Leave a comment

Summer’s first sweet kiss

April 6, 2021 § Leave a comment

Sea Dream

April 6, 2021 § 1 Comment

‘I will love you forever

Or, at least till morning comes.’

Tel Aviv is a cupcake that goes on and on and on.

Not all sex leads to orgasms, even for men.

There is so much of it that we are desensitized.

Fucking is eating, and eating is rare, and only after the appearance of a Wolt delivery guy on a bicycle screaming into an earpiece.

The underground is being built on top of the streets from 11pm to 5am and the mayor is actually Alice in Wonderland with male sex organs.

I had a dream that I would live in a big glass house by the sea, and that it would purify me, but instead I received cockroaches and the sea…the sea.

The sea has been poisoned by Persians and if you dip a toe inside, you will vomit for fourteen hours afterwards.

I do not remember what the dream house looked like. White, floating curtains in a summer breeze, when a salty breeze brings the sting of the sea and a dust of sand across of the living room.

There are no rooms to live in here, only dreams.

The safest place to occupy is your own mind.

The most important question is, how long do you want to keep eating that one cupcake?

Let me tell you about a girl called Jane

April 4, 2021 § 5 Comments

Most of our endeavours on this odd little planet are in pursuit of the human desire not to be evil. Our rituals, belief systems. We are desperately trying not to be evil. Trying to be moral. A distinctively human impulse. One shared across humanity.

And yet we all fail. When I was a very little girl, my parents would inject me every night, with steroids and painkillers. Fifteen years. I lived a horror story. In the end, the pain entered my soul in such a way that it could never be removed. My body’s natural defense system had been shattered. I lived on antibiotics or I did not live. I was perpetually ill, and I had been psychologically groomed to believe I would always be in pain, that pain was my destiny, and that I had been brought into the world to be in pain. I was a beautiful little korban, blonde and big-eyed. I did not cry, because my parents went out of their way to change my fate. Instead of pain I felt apathy, nothing, a vacuum. I didn’t feel. And then I turned eighteen.

Why are we doomed to fail? Why is this project doomed to failure? Why is evil necessary for survival? Questions for an interventionist G-d.

Economica

March 31, 2021 § 1 Comment

One overriding theme of this Pesah has been just how dirty the natives are. They love to get their fingers grubby and mess up all your stuff. If they’re not growing mosquito farms in your mirpeset, they’re probably hatching cockroach eggs under the shade of your dude shemesh. Everything grows, lives, and is given its rightful place. Even the grubby little natives.