It’s a gray day, gray day,I want to sing, I want to play,I want to swing, I want to sway,I want to splash in ocean spray—I do not need the sun or raysto be happy, light and gay—Oh, gray day, gray day,stay awhile then slip away. יום אפור, יום אפוראני רוצה לשיר, אני...
Is this the morning light I see?She whispered in her slumberher head she rolled into her kneesher hair a flare of umber. Back to her dreams she wished to runto reach beyond the stars and sunto a place from which unfoldfantastic tales to live and hold. Is this the...
MY PRIMAL CRY by Yakira Shimoni Fulks is a collection of poems portraying the wide gamut of emotions one may experience in modern society. The poems evoke a feeling of intimacy laced with mysticism and often incorporate elements of nature to contemplate the Divine....
In the sky there was an eagleflying high above the groundand his shadow traveled westwardracing fast without a sound. And the seagull over waterhovered silent in his trackas he watched his own reflectionsailing with him back to back. Black old crows raved up their...
In the middle of my lifeI found myself alonewalking down the roadall my dreams were gonefeeling numb insideshocked into a shellwondering what to dowhere to live or dwell. Burdened by a pastthat left me bruised and maimedI stumbled everydaya purpose to regainto find...
Out of nowherein the middle of the nightcame a great big thunderand a great big lightit traveled fastdown the mountainchasing aboutwith fury and ragecarving a route. The light flashed bright the skyand the slivery moonand the thunder rocked the flowersthat napped in...
Baby Bump
