Israel Poem.
Sea shell sings its whispers. Who knows how
but an ear.
Good music. To where, to how, who knows but
By Sahana Bail
Man of few words :) So here are some photos…
Part 1: Jerusalem.
Déjà vu. I did not understand the true meaning of this phrase until I came to Israel. I experienced Déjà vu every day during the Trek. As I was eating selected Mediterranean cuisines made from selected Mediterranean ingredients, as I was interacting with the locals and noticing their strange-to-an-American but…
How do you write a kaleidoscope into words? That’s next-level ekphrasis I’m definitely not qualified to tackle.
Alas!
I might as well try.
(After all, if this piece weren’t something of a kombina, would it really be an authentic…