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Thursday, June 10, 2021

Once More

Once more.

Out of our houses

Onto the street

Into cafes bars and shops


Something has passed

Something lost

Something found


The introspection 

Unbearable

Ubiquitous 

Unavoidable 


The tasks we set ourselves

To occupy our time

The books we read

The games we played


The sunrises and sets

Seen

To remind us that 

Awe and wonder

Still exist


We have come out once more

To the rattle of trams

To the smiles of others


Something has passed

Something lost

Something found



We know

We will run to ground 

Again


Have to shut our doors

And watch the viral shadow 

Loom 

Large

Luminous 


Something has passed

Something lost

Something found


The plans we made

The people we miss


The space beneath our feet


Something has passed

Something lost

Something found.

Then


Tousled black curls

You don’t know how good 

They look


The lustre not yet faded


The swell of your belly

Fecund in its prime 


You don’t know 

Yet

It will swell 

Again 

Years later


You don’t know 

Those lips that have kissed


Will 

Want beyond imagining 

Years later 

In a silent room


You don’t know 



That in time

The swell

The curl

The lips


Will loose 

Their shine



Then in a blaze of sunrise reds and orange 

It dawns 

On you 



That you should have

Could have

Would have


Loved yourself more


In those moments 


Because now

The curls fuzz

In shades of grey


The belly balloons 

In menopausal revoltk


And lips that have kissed


Seek forever more

What they can not 

Have

Find

Desire


You do not

Can not 

Know


As you walk along 

The quiet street


Your black 

Hair tousled in 

Wondrous curls


Your belly 

Swelling

With life


You do not 

Can not

Imagine 


Then 


How much more 

You should have 

Loved yourself


From the moment

You pushed your way 

Out of 

Her


Into the world 


You should have loved yourself 

From that moment

Then. 

Looking Back On It Now

 Looking back on it now 

It's startling how love can take a vice like grip on you...



Love sick

Love lorn

Love 

Is

The 

Drug


I lost my mind

Nearly jumped in front of a train


Drove through back streets 

Wanting to crash the car 

Just to feel something other than longing


Spent time

Wasted time

Wanting him


His intellect 

His gaze upon me

His desire for me 



Looking back on it now

In the coolness of a winters  evening 


I see myself 

As he saw me


There are people who come into your life 


Arrive 

Like a hurricane


And I'm so pleased

I got a category five.


I see myself now 

as he did then


The parts of the city 

We inhabited


I became myself 


I became 

Love ..

Friday, August 7, 2020

FRESS WITH SLESS - FRESHLY MADE AND READY TO BE DISPATCHED!

 




 A COLLECTION OF SOME OF MY FAVOURITE RECIPES ACCOMPANIED BY QUIRKY ILLUSTRATIONS BY MY ELDEST DAUGHTER RUBY ..

These are some of my favourite recipes for you to savour. They come from years working as a chef, time spent at the kitchen bench raising my kids and meals shared with family and friends for Jewish holidays like Rosh Hashana and Passover.  

     The illustrations are by my daughter Ruby, who, ever since she was very little, has been magically creating a whole host of quirky characters.

     For each recipe, I’ve suggested music and drinks as extra ingredients, if you will.

     This recipe book has been on the boil for a while, but I present it to you now in the midst of the coronavirus pandemic. I hope that the aromas and tastes provide comfort and sanctuary until we can all fress* on a sumptuous meal with loved ones, gathered together from near and far to eat, drink, dance and be merry.



ORDER YOUR COPY  

 

 

 

*Fress is the Yiddish word meaning to eat or nosh, often or in large quantities.





"It's like a conversation with you and cup of tea!"

 

Monday, July 6, 2020

COMING SOON AUDIO SHORTS



Look out - 

Look over there

Where?

There ..

Where I used to write..

Right over there - where the summer and the sunshines in

Coming soon some of my best stories read out loud for you to enjoy 



AUDIO SHORTS


THE LONG AND THE SHORT OF IT IS 

THESE STORIES MAY AS WELL BE IN YOUR EARS THAN ON MY SCREEN

AUDIO SHORTS - WHERE THE VOICE MEETS THE STORY

AND THE SUN MEETS THE SKY

COMING SOON...



Thursday, April 16, 2020

SLESS TO HARSEL AN IGTV SHOW



So me and my mate Noe Harsel 
created this fabulous IGTV show 
called Sless to Harsel What Could Possbily Go Wrong?
 Sometimes we talk about books and writing
But often we don't.
Watch on @slesstoharsel or facebook

Best 90 seconds of your day.
Enjoy
Every Tuesday and Thursday.

@SLESSTOHARSEL









Friday, April 10, 2020

ZOOMBA © JEWMBA©

ZOOMBA© JEWMBA© - 
This move is for the mench who organises a virtual Seder and has to train everyone on how to use ZOOM AND SAYS THROUGHOUT THE TRAINING AND THE SEDER KEEP THE MUTE BUTTON ON - OR THIS SIMPLY WON'T WORK.


Floods and Frogs and Locust storms.. I've looked at plagues from both sides now...



ZOOMBA© JEWMBA© move is made to the tune of Dayenu with the beat of  a thousand pieces of maztoh being broken to keep the rhythm.  

The lyrics for the ZOOMBA© JEWMBA©
It would have been enough - to do seder on our own - just four of us at the table 
Dayenu
But along came the pandemic
Dayenu
It made us  lean to the left and ask everyone we knew to jump on board and ZOOMBA© JEWMBA© from the four corners of the earth and if that wasn't  enough those we asked they all said yes.
Dayanu 
And even though they'd all done their Seders (alright)already they all said one was not enough (already) so 
Day
Day
Day
Enu
Day
Day
Enu
Day 
Day 
Enu 
Day - enu
ZOOMBA© ZOOMBA© JEWMBA©