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Adira Rotstein's Writings

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Short Story
Edvard Munsch "Madonna"
Sep.23.2009
    Death Loved a Poet by Adira Rotstein     Death loved a Poet once, I say T’was long ago, he died in May   Faded from all thought but mine Those memories of that long past time. A handsome man, ensnared by Death Who took him up, left me bereft She swept his soul into a jarAnd took him with her far, far, far And brought him there to...
Short Story
Sep.18.2009
Squeaky and the Admiral by Adira Rotstein Many years before Squeaky was born there was a great battle at sea. The Admiral of the fleet set out with forty-three big ships and fifty-three small ships, and a thousand stalwart sailors and dealt the enemy the decisive blow that won the war. The attack was a great success. All the admirals in his majesty's...
Poem
Sep.18.2009
That I Should Always Roam By Adira Rotstein It seems to be my destiny that I should always roam, To find no rest, though I’ve been blessed with loved ones and a home. Always moving place to place, Eyes still searching face to face For someone long since disappeared A space within my hear still cleared Waiting, patient, protected, locked. A stubborn heart...
Poem
Sep.18.2009
The Rushes There was a thing I sought to knowwhere latewhere latethe rushes grow By the strip mallnear the riveramong the reedswere swans a quiverbut no answer but no answer What is my futureI ask of them when is my turnjust tell me whenand the swans swim ongo back and forth barely a ripple water's berth Between myself and thembut a gulf of geneplus a gulf of...
Short Story
Aug.20.2009
First chapters from my newly completed sci-fi novel! Current mood:  accomplished   The ocean glowed around us and we floated on in light. Our domes quivered in response to the call of the visy as it sang in my father’s arms. Long into the night we’d dance to the lights and vibrations he’d called forth from the notches and squares set in the visy’s plastislik body...
Poem
Feb.17.2009
Looketh now upon yon fungusSecreted sly and tight among us Know ye how it placed was thereTo corrupt the blood and besmirch the fairTo thrive in darkness, shy of lightIn moisture warm with tendrils whiteBlooming like a deranged flowerMultiplying upon the hourWheeling through microscopic lendsThere is beauty here my friendsThough no less deadly, truth be toldIn...