child | child
May.03.2013
Many of Ravikovitch’s themes in her earlier work are familiar, and universal. The most prevalent ones are: the child/woman’s feeling of personal deprivation and injustice, perhaps abuse (in the poem below Standing in the Street), problematic love (Love), and death (In Memory of Saint...
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Apr.06.2013
Shortly before she passes away, my 99-year-old Aunt Irene asks if I would continue the upkeep of her sister’s grave. Something she had done for decades...
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Mar.30.2013
I don’t know if I can ever dream a dream as lonely as being in space
With Shapes
That morph
Speckles of static Neon rainbow bright
No Gravity
Like In Womb
I was a child
Dreaming
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Feb.09.2013
My 9 year old grandson was asked at school to make a present for his secret Valentine. He was pleased to find out it was a girl he liked and he knew exactly what present he wanted to make her.
“What present? his Mother asked. “What present do you want to make?”
“A purse” he said. ...
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Nov.22.2012
When I was a child we lived in a house that looked like an old Dutch farm house. Since we were one of the few families in town who were Dutch, it made sense.
The house was a crazy quilt. Our basement was like an old root cellar. To go there we had to go out the back door,...
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Nov.07.2012
When I was a child--say, for the sake of argument, up to the age of 18--I was taught a number of things my mother believed were part of the necessary equipment of a girl destined for a career as a housewife, possibly with a stint at a typewriter beforehand (to which I would travel in white gloves...
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Nov.06.2012
Go and hug her
Your mother, your life giver
A soul divine.
Leave not your mother
A woman so kind..............Keya Mukerjee
Mother and no other
I wish again to see her
In kindest form ever known
She is mother of my own
I have wept
With hidden face and kept
Her memory and face
Those...
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Oct.26.2012
“A room without books is like a body without a soul.” –Marcus Tullius Cicero
Recently, I was trying to organize my little boy’s books, which were so tightly crammed onto the shelves that grabbing one became a dangerous game of dominoes. After pulling each one out, I sat surrounded by the...
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Sep.14.2012
My husband and I have affectionately nicknamed our five-year-old son “quiz master”. Dinner, car rides and quite moments are now his opportunity to ask us a variety of questions, rapid fire and nonstop. I’d always heard that children enter a phase where every statement is followed by the...
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