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The Mother enters, carrying the dead Child in her arms; approaches the pile.The Mother:Hello, dead children.I brought my son here.He’s dead. He’ll lie with you.Dead Children:You brought…
I have a great coat. I have round black eyes. I have a cap. I raise my hands. I am the boy whose hands are raised in the picture.
Arnon Street is not the largest street in Tel Aviv. On the contrary, it is a small street, nearly an alleyway. There is very little traffic. A double-decker bus does not go through it, or any other…
Ruthy’s mommy brought a giftWhat fun!A balloon for everyone.For Ruthy—a blue balloon.For Ron—a yellow balloon.For Sigalit—a purple balloon.For Uri—a green balloon.And for Alon—a red balloon.
Illustrations from Alona Frankel’s children’s book, Once Upon a Potty. First published in Hebrew in 1975, Frankel wrote the book for her son to learn to use the potty. An English version featuring a…
FriendshipIt isn’t as easy as they sayMaking friends right away,I went down to the playground today,To sit alone while others play.The girls were having lots of fun,Playing hopscotch and jumping rope…
How is a song born?
Like a baby.
At first it hurts
But then, it comes out
And everyone is happy
And suddenly—
How wonderful!
It’s walking
All on its own.
How is a song born?
Like…
It is possible, it is very possible, that here it is impossible to live, but here we must remain, here we must die, sleep…there is no other place…—Y. H. Brenner
With gentle fingers
The rain is softly
Playing sad melodies
On the black instrument of night.
We are sitting in the darkness,
Each in his own house
(The children have fallen asleep)
Listening…
Time with his pointed shafts has hit my heart
and split my gut, laid open my entrails,
landed me a blow that will not heal,
knocked me down, left me in lasting pain.
Time wounded me…