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Blood and Poetics - Noga Pesso, Yaeli Tal, BarRichmond

על Pomes in Hebrew and English

After another day of classical evens and climbing on mount realism I

need some unofficial air

Its seem like a beautiful day out, but I live inside,
its seem sunny outside, kind of hard to understand why its stormy in my mind. 

I don't remember when I left the sun, convert it with the moon, seems like it happened over night.

Don't you tell me to walk in the sun when I rather fly to the moon. wish to fly to a dream place of my own, but tonight clouds are hiding the moon. my eyes don't seem to find the way to talk to this round far yet shining hope of mine. The moon is covered with other people saying and I can't even howl. Left in silence, that paralyze my soul and just like the moon, I'm gone every morning.

I try to be who I thought I am - to live out, go with the sun. but I dive in a sea of uncertainty when the warm public sun is telling us all to go out. I stay in when grey clouds of facts are coming and prefer this sea of thought that are only mine to decorate my life which have being guided by this damn undecided weather, as you and rest of psychological word may think. no matter clouds, rain, sun, clouds and rain again, on top of all classical events, on mount realism, there is some truth - my sky, my mood, and my moon stays hidden.

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"Life and Death" – Short Stories. a mystic book.
 I wrote it two and a half years after my mom died, a period of acceptance with her death, yet still vulnerable. I wrote it from a place of trying to make peace with life and death in my life and in my heart.
"Life and Death" contains short fiction stories about the thin border between both, and about situations in which we doubt our life to be more than what they might seem.
In one of these stories a woman who lost her mother believes that her mother turned to a cat. A different story is about having a dead loved one at home while moving on in life with a new lover. In "Useless ride" the character isn't sure if he is dead or alive.  Another story is written from a young puppy's point of view, questioning why she got life if she is already dying.

 

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The Book's:

"The Wandering Fever"
is a fiction book with a lot of reality in it.

"Wanderlust" my first book, I wrote it with no desire to become a writer, I wrote it for myself, but once my dog chew some of my writings (I know it sounds like an excuse to tell a teacher), but that’s what made me rewrite my journey and the stories I wrote in my computer, and then came the idea to publish it.
The book is suggesting that "Wanderlust" is a fever; it is a sickness that travelers are not too sure if they rather cure it or live by it.
It is contagious, has no medical treatment, it's fun, it's sad, it isolates you from society, it makes you a loner, yet very much aware of your desires, it's a trip to who you really are.. but can you let anyone in this wanderlust of yours? Can you love someone else in this trip of emotions and desires?  And what might happen once your lover catch it too..
I wrote "Wanderlust" after 10 years of traveling, (and no one to talk to).
It is not a dairy, neither a biography, it is a novel.
"Wanderlust" is a "smart" dairy, a fusion of journey book and a novel.

 

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"Mom turns to words" – is very emotional to me and to who ever felt lost in his life.


I wrote it after my mom died from cancer (on my 31st birthday, and published it on her 55th birthday. I tried to close this birth and death circle).
"Mom turns to words" contains everything I wanted to tell my mom, but I didn't in the 31 years she was around to listen.
"Mom turns to words" is about her turning from a human being to words, in these words I'm trying to describe about her illness, her loss and ours lost.
It contains poems which have continuity, starting with the discovery of her illness and ending after her death, applying she is still here - in words.

Specai: Price: 13$

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א סופה / After the storm
Poems in Herbew and English.

 

 

I believe in love, but not as described in fairy telling,
I believe life and death is the same pass of being,
I believe travelling set you free,
only if your mind is on vacation from you and the endless seeking of the “real me”.
I believe in people, in me and you,
but most of all I believe in what words can do.

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Anchor 12
Anchor 13
Anchor 15
Anchor 16
Anchor 17
Anchor 21
Anchor 22
Anchor 23

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Shortscuts

Short poems and Haiku, in Herbew and English.

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From the book:

High on life,

Hallucinate of travelers fever,

I'm furious of storm of thoughts.

I have cold feet and warm heart,

On a never-ending trek to find my own peace of mind.

Poems about traveing, wandering, wondering, travel sickness and travel seeking.

Travel Seek

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