
Poem by Hila Peled Alona An old situation and nostalgia Flows me to Tel Aviv Between a garden tree Climbs heights And branches intersect into circles And there you are a little with yourself And I … Continue reading
Poem by Hila Peled Alona An old situation and nostalgia Flows me to Tel Aviv Between a garden tree Climbs heights And branches intersect into circles And there you are a little with yourself And I … Continue reading
Poem by Herzl Hakak My Mother’s Magic She has nothing but her life. light embedded between rows Singular enchantment she knew to shape life as if from flour. As though everything was ground grain … Continue reading