sadness | sadness
May.04.2013
Dahlia Ravikovitch From The Love of An Orange (1959)
Translated by Orna Raz
A Picture
The green-lamb woods skittered down the slopes
And the sea below splashed and turned blue from the sun.
In the sky clouds bloomed like river lilies.
And we were still girls.
And one girl among...
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May.03.2013
Parents never want their child to experience any bodily pain. We physically recoil at the thought of their flawless skin being marred by a cut or their perfectly fused bones being broken by a fall. We closely trail behind them as they learn to walk and we keep outstretched hands below them as...
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Apr.27.2013
When did you last smile? The question started us going. I belong to a bunch of friends, 10 to 20, who meet monthly. We rotate the facilitation of sessions. People propose themes worthy of engagement. Our April session had the theme of Positive Psychology. The term, coined by Martin...
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Mar.24.2013
Many things are turning and I think they’ll be reflected in this blog post (and those which will follow). Before I begin, I think it would be proper to figuratively undress (that is, to reveal my true nature) and introduce myself. My full name, the name for which I’m more commonly known is Zeny May...
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Feb.25.2013
The sound of thunder rumbling in the distance,
startled me out of my dream.
Lightning breaks through the dark and gloom.
Rain pounds the roof and rattles through the drainpipes.
I feel defeated and worn down before I ever leave the bed,
dreading the long, wet day ahead.
As I...
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Dec.18.2012
This is my wailing wall...
I slip prayers into the spaces between the lines, each word a brick, laden with a lament for too many children . There are too many children sleeping in heaven from starvation, war, the madness diseasing the thoughts of too many young men.
Our soul...
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Nov.26.2012
Sadness beckons Nameless Blameless
I reach its door Grasp Gasp
Naked it stands Clasps my hands Throttles throat Swallows oath
We pour together Tears Fears
It is too late Leave Me
Spaces...
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Oct.10.2012
October 10
ALSO A GIFT
Sadness is as life affirming as joy, but in the same way that people eat together but defecate alone, joy is encouraged in public and sadness is a private matter. Happiness is embraced and discouragement relegated, even though personal...
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Dec.21.2011
My baby brother, committed suicide on December 4th, 2011. - He was 25.
I wanted to get that out in the first line because the more I start writing about the triails of the past few months I don't know if I will be able to get that part out. I won't go into deep detail about the whys and...
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Dec.19.2011
When she cries, she weeps openly. It’s not the kind of cry that hurts when you bruise yourself nor is it a typical cry from anger or frustration.
It’s the kind of quiet weeping that’s internally deep and lonely. Gentle sobs, piercingly intense.
When asked if everything is okay, she lets...
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