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Deafening Silence

By ranfuchs, published on Feb 20, 2010

Climbing up the dune Protected by my robe From that which cannot be felt The moonlight hides the invisible.

Climbing up the dune In deafening stillness Until the roar of the night breeze Brings silence.


Tags: silence

The Claws

By ranfuchs, published on Feb 16, 2010

One afternoon, when I was leisurely drinking my tea, I suddenly felt that my cup was fighting to evade my grip. Closer examination, however, revealed that it wasn’t my cup at all; it was my hands, having been terrorized by a pair of claws that that had arrived to replace them, that were trying to escape.

“Not again!” I thought, and decided that this time I was going to file a complaint.

My spoon gave a busy signal first, and then gave no dial tone, and I realized that a visit in person would be necessary, so I dived in. Fortunately enough, I could easily reach the cube of sugar,... (more)

Tags: fiction

The Gypsy

By ranfuchs, published on Feb 16, 2010

A wild music he playedon the violin.Most paid him to go.I paid him to stayAnd bought a moment of kinshipFor a fiver


Tags: people

On Blizzards and Global Warming

By ranfuchs, published on Feb 15, 2010

It was a few years ago that scientists predicted that global warming will lead to increased storms, blizzards, and drastic cooling of some areas. So the recent blizzards in the US are of no surprise to these scientists.

However, it seems that the name ‘Global Warming’ is quite misleading, because every time someone experiences a cold day, they question if global warming is really happening. What global warming means is an overall heating of the planet that will cause massive disruptions to local climate patterns: heat waves, draughts, cyclones and blizzards are all part of the forecast.... (more)

Tags: global warming, climate change, blizzard

Ten Houses I Lived In

By ranfuchs, published on Feb 13, 2010

On top of the mountain facing the sea, where winter wind blew roofs and cars away … 1965

Amongst the fish ponds, where in summer nights clouds of mosquitoes attracted to the light-bulbs turned them dark … 1983

The room in the basement in which two of us would sleep so comfortably in a tiny single bed … 1985

A tin house so cold in the winter that the water in the bathtub turned into a block of ice … 1989

A tiny square room without a window, bath or shower, which I shared with three. Did I enjoy the public bath … 1991

Hideaway in the rain forest where the screeching... (more)

Tags: poem, memories, homes

Why Do Europeans Hate Israel So Much?

By ranfuchs, published on Feb 12, 2010

I have just returned from a couple of weeks in Europe – a continent in distress. The financial crisis is felt in every city in Europe, and may result in default on debt of some of the European countries. It may even lead to the collapse of the EU altogether. Iran’s plans to continue with its nuclear program will soon put Europe in the range of the Iranian nuclear warheads. The rise of extreme Islam in Europe threatens to change the face of Europe and the European culture forever. Many real problems that may threaten the European lifestyle, and yet anti-Israel sentiment is still prevalent.

... (more)

Tags: israel, middle east, antisemitism

The Cock and the Pearl

By ranfuchs, published on Feb 9, 2010

A cock strutting in the yard Found a pearl in hay It’s only mine, he called the hens Everyone here away!

He pecked it once, he pecked it twice Before taking into beak He tasted, chewed and then spat out It’s not a thing to eat.

It’s stupid, useless piece of junk! He called in great dismay Why does man adore it much? It’s not as good as hay.

While some would claim ignorant cock Missed treasure he could have What value is a pearl to you If hay is what you crave?


Tags: aesop, fable


By ranfuchs, published on Feb 7, 2010

At the edge of the daffodil gardenTwo lone daffodilsFacing each otherSolemnlyLonely Thinking they are the only daffodilsIn the entire world


Tags: poem

The Tower of London

By ranfuchs, published on Feb 6, 2010

The beauty of the blood-soaked jewelleryCannot distract the young couple on the travelatorFrom gazing into each other’s eyesLongingly.

Not even the screams of the ghostsWhose organs are burntIn front of their not-yet-dying eyesCan stop their passionate kissing.

It was a flicker of a dressA glimpseAnd an argumentThat sent them to never see each other again.

While the ravens, feasting on their ancestors storiesAre still waitingFor the return of the daysWhen warm flesh is servedWith every meal.


Tags: london

The Night Market

By ranfuchs, published on Feb 4, 2010

When night falls and day-stalls fade away, the night crowd appears and the place is reborn into second life. The smoke rising from torches and open-fires smears the electric lights into aromatic illuminated haze. The hungry crowd get trapped, on their way to reaching the food, by night magicians and story tellers, who, to the sound of drums and other instruments, tell their stories and show their magic.

The night is also the time when women come to life. Some with their families, others as beggars with toddlers trained to cry at will, whenever a tourist comes near. Young women emerge... (more)

Tags: travel

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