Birth Again I was dreaming, but it wasn’t just me. There were all the creatures, incognito, the sky and sea unseparated, and the skilfully miscast protagonists, running towards or away from each other. You ask who I was? I wasn’t him, or her, or the one who tricked her into it, using consonants and vowels. And even though it was my dream, I wasn’t the … Continue reading Two poems by Stav Poleg