Now

Now is a time to write songs if you have them Sing from the pits of battered lungs Let G-d guide your voice and…

"Open Hands" by Yonah ben-Avraham stormy mountains

Open Hands

Torrential grey and misty white met sleek on gentle slopes Cascading down To declare a coursing splendor each in their time Upon the grasping…

Sunset on the mountain

Promises

Come to her in peace, and she will meet you with peace the trees will drip honey and fresh olive oil flowing as the…

Man standing under bright stars at night, "Objects in Mirror" by Yonah ben-Avraham

Objects in Mirror

I found a mirror one fine night and in its face were burning bright those flecks of fire, sterling white lancing the inky, earnest…

"Playing with Fire" by Yonah ben-Avraham: fiery design

Playing with Fire

I can play with fire, See? Warmth moving down my arms Tracing the inside of my skin dancing through my fingertips and flowing into…

Midnight Lament by Yonah ben-Avraham Siege of Jerusalem

Midnight Lament

My harp is shattered strings snapped and neck warped the picture of dissonance and distension but still my mouth opens to offer song to…

"Highway Six" by Yonah ben-Avraham - olive grove

Highway Six

I saw an ibex once trotting calmly through the olive grove sleek, glossy coat the shade of parched wheat glancing through the deep green-near-black…

"Metal Elephants" by Yonah ben-Avraham - tanks in a field

Metal Elephants

Metal elephants chewing across fields of dry gold rousing specters from the earth swirling cloud of tanned dust billowing out, gentle drift like some…

"Seeing Thunder" by Yonah ben-Avraham - lightning over mountains

Seeing Thunder

A jolting crash, deep and resonant resounding tone spiraling and tracing like a rake through jeweled sand swirling around the temples finding home in…

Quiet on the Mountain

Listen to Her, for She is always speaking Straining against these lines drawn and quartered tattooed on aging maps Her’s is not the type…