pressing my face
against the bosom
of memory…
for the first time I feel
how the hunger for love speaks
(for bell hooks)
Sketchbook,7:2, March/April 2012
A Room of My Own: Tel Aviv’s Sunset Tanka
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*Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words*, CCLXVII: "Israelis leaving in
record numbers"
*I turn, turning back *
*to see Tel Aviv’s sunset*
*for the las...
