WHY WRITE; WHY CREATE; WHY TELL A STORY?
...BECAUSE THE THOUGHTS WE'VE BEEN TOLD ARE MERELY IMAGINATIVE; THEY SHOULD BE CAPTURED AND RE-PLANTED IN THE WORLD AS IF THEY ARE LITTLE FLOWERS ABOUT TO FLOAT AWAY FOREVER.
"I'd like the satisfaction of knowing that I caused millions of people around the world to realize that there are more things than we've been told exist."
The Amazing Kreskin, 1971
TOVLI Simryan's HUMBLE HABITAT
a short story by Tovli is appearing in
Tiferet Journal/autumn- winter 2018
POEM OF THE DAY
New President in America (2017)
A word from me…
Work faster than they think or speak, you’re a spirit moving toward the precipice. You’re motion: a fluffy breeze blowing us away, toward an edge. There is no death inside clouds. Soon it will be quiet.
A word from someone else…
My body is cold. My feet are wet. It’s not a good thought to play with fire. Instead, pretend. Pretend to play a game we’ve not considered until now. We’re afraid to begin. We fear having to follow.
A word from the Rabbi…
Welcome back. There is no charge for you to hunt for words. There are no weapons you will not own. When you speak, we hear you listening.
A word from your brother…
I am missing. Don’t be lonely.
A word from them….
You frighten us. Our children will contract this illness from distrusted men who no longer keep secrets. No matter how far the gate opens, the fields are fallow; our cattle remain thin.
A word from the pit which is filled with fire…
There is nothing that will make me blink, or feel cold again.
A word from my eyes, the center of my chest, the places I walk…
I have not laughed in a long time. Stay where you’ve been seated, such a welcome mystery has little time to borrow the shoes of another side, or await a bed designed to carry us away from comfort.
Here is our army. You’ll never need it.
© 2017 Tovli Simiryan
appeared in NY Times January 23, 2017