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Dear Theseus

Posted in Proetry, Prose on September 29, 2010 | Leave a Comment »

Dear Theseus,

So, full disclosure, I am TOTALLY trashed. This is Ariadne by the way. Just wanted to thank you for leaving me on an island far away from my family after you got bored of me. I totally don’t regret saving your sorry ass from the getting stuck in the maze forever because if you hadn’t left me here I never would have met Dionysus. Yea, you read that right, the God of wine and ecstasy. I am married to a GOD!

Sucker,
Ariadne

P.S. I heard you were spreading a rumor that I cursed you to forget to change your sail from black to white. Why don’t you just be a man and take responsibility for the fact that you are DUMB?

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Dear Eros

Posted in Proetry, Prose on September 27, 2010 | Leave a Comment »

Dear Eros,

Hey, it’s Psyche, your pregnant wife. You know the one who you deserted because I so selfishly wanted to know who you are? Well, I really appreciate that you wanted to save me from your mother’s death wish but that biatch jealous mom of your’s has now been sending me on rediculous quests in order to find you. She sent me to Hades… like seriously sent me to Hell to go get a box of some of Persephone’s beauty. I have literally been through Hell to get your mom a beauty treatment. Couldn’t the woman just get botox or something? What the heck? I am pregnant with her grandchild! Your baby! Zeus almighty, won’t someone throw me a bone here? So, I decided to open the box even though she said not to because I want to see what the hag sent me to Hell to get. If something bad happens to me and your baby consider yourself responsible.

Miss your pretty face (even though I only saw it once),
Psyche

P.S. Starting to get really sleepy.

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Dear Narcissis

Posted in Proetry, Prose on September 26, 2010 | Leave a Comment »

Dear Narcissis,

Hi, it’s Echo again. I know that after the restraining order I am not supposed to contact you but you never answer my letters anyways. So, I just thought I would let you know that you can go on loving your reflection in peace. You see, the other night I was hanging out in a cave somewhere feeling sorry for myself and a traveler came in. When he said “I love you,” I just couldn’t help but say it back. He thinks I have a pretty voice and a great mimicing talent. So I have decided to travel the world with him. We will leave no empty corner untraveled. I want my voice to be heard all over. He may not be quite as pretty as you but his laugh is infectious. That’s really important, Narcissis. Have you ever made anyone laugh? Or just stand in awe? I wish I could show you how much better the world is once you stop fixating on yourself and get out but I am not allowed within 500 feet of you.

Hope you and your reflection have a nice life.

Can’t help but love you,
Echo

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The Itch

Posted in Poetry on September 24, 2010 | Leave a Comment »

It’s not that I want to,
it’s just that it is so itchy,
and the instant gratification that is the scratch,
is just so crafty, its witchy,
and even though I know,
it will lead me to bleed,
and will only give a few moments reprieve,
I cannot resist,
to scratch the itch.

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All My Children

Posted in Prose on September 24, 2010 | Leave a Comment »

This week, I tried to explain to my friend Michael that my friends are my surrogate children. You see, I am a Jewish mother but I am single and thousands of miles from my brothers. So, it is completely normal for me to call a friend and tell them to wake up and come over for breakfast, it brings me great joy when a male friend decides to get together with me to ask me advice about a girl he likes and I need to bake for people at least once a week. I love my friends.

We are currently in the middle of my favorite holiday, Sukkot. During this holiday, Torah observant Jews build a hut in which they eat, study and even sleep for seven days. We also say a blessing on four plants and wave them in all directions. We do these things in order to note that it is God who has made our agricultural success possible and that in the end we are fragile beings that exist only because he has decided it so. This is the only Jewish holiday where Jews are literally commanded to be happy. Looking around Jerusalem and seeing the little huts everywhere has made fulfilling this commandment very easy this year. Seeing that Torah matters so much to so many people brings me great joy. In America, Sukkot may possibly be the most obscure and unknown Jewish holiday to Jews and Gentiles alike (although it is KT’s favorite and she is most definitely Lutheran). Here in Israel the buses wish you a happy holiday. I am a Diaspora Jew, and my spiritual soul is filled with joy to feel at home.

Of course, as a Diaspora Jew in Israel I am torn between countries. I spent the first day of the holiday with friends in Tekoa, a small settlement half an hour from Jerusalem. When people there asked me if I had family in Israel I pointed to my friends. My friends are my brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers and all my children but they will never be my blood. I spoke to my Grandmother on the phone before the holiday. She made sure to remind me of this fact. “Don’t forget your family, your friends can never replace your family.” Hard fact. For Shabbat meals I will be by two different friends whose parents are here for the holiday. I will enjoy their company and love being around people my parents age but I will no doubt be jealous as well. For now, I am using my friends to plug that vacuum that family used to fill but they are not supposed to be there. They have a different place. They do the best they can to fill all the vacancies and I love them with a gargantuan love but they can never be my family.

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The Conversation

Posted in Prose on September 19, 2010 | Leave a Comment »

“I love you,” he said.

“I am vunerable, you are lonely and we are in a foreign country. Are you sure you want to have this conversation right now?” she replied.

“Would you like to suggest a better time, or did you merely want to kill romance?” he asked.

“See that is the problem, you just won’t let it die peacefully. We can’t be together because you can’t have two suns. Someone has to be the moon.”

“Why can’t you have two suns?”

“You will outshine me.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because you are a man.”

“This makes absolutely no sense to me.”

“That is because you are a man.”

**Long pause.**

“So, what now?”

“We continue traveling together, as always.”

“Am I not allowed to love you?”

“Just never tell me again.”

“I love you.”

“You are a goober. I am going to sleep.”

“Can I cuddle with you?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t touch my friends like that.”

“What if we were enemies?”

“Impossible.”

“I love you.”

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Everyday People

Posted in Proetry on September 18, 2010 | Leave a Comment »

Stability is something I really enjoy and I am trying to secure in my life. This means there need to be regular daily/weekly events and also regular daily/weekly people. My lack of coworkers has made me very aware of the importance of everyday people. Being thousands of miles from my family robs me of stability. Also, I hate dating and I miss more than anything the comfortable love that comes with a stable relationship. I have made prayer services and study partners routine as part of my quest for stability but I still feel lacking.

Everyday people aren’t necessarily best friends (but they can be). Often they are people you would not otherwise be in contact with but, by virtue of a job, school or some other shared experience for a temporary period of time they will share your life on a regular basis and perhaps be more in touch with your daily experiences than many of the people who are permanent but irregular fixtures in your life. Everyday people are extremely important to mental health. Generally, they do not have a great stake in your life and perhaps don’t even know the permanent characters but they are up to date and give a unique perspective you wouldn’t otherwise have. More importantly they are stability. They are dependable and you don’t have to track them down. Everyday people are comfort people.

Some of my previous everyday people I still keep in touch with in a light way via facebook but many of them have faded out of the picture as I have moved on in life. I still remember them though. They were there for good and bad times, often hearing the drama in my life before anyone else. The ones I keep in touch with casually are no longer really relevant in my life. The truth is we don’t have much in common outside of that shared experience so once it is over the relationship is effectively over. But the memory of my affection for them sticks with me. I still think of them with warm feelings. Because everyday people are stability; everyday people are comfort. I miss my everyday people.

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