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A poetry collaboration celebrates the end of an era

2011-06-23T15:59:00.001-04:00

Review of a poetic-dancerly-musical collaborative performance in which I participated: http://www.examiner.com/poetry-in-washington-dc/a-poetry-collaboration-to-celebrate-the-end-of-an-era

A Journeyman's Way Home: Pleasures of Collaboration

2011-06-10T14:51:00.000-04:00

A Journeyman's Way Home: Pleasures of Collaboration: "What do nine poets, four dancers, and five musicians have in common? “Pleasures of Collaboration” Poets, Dancers and Musicians at Play ..."

Journey Circles: Evolution of Art: Scenes from "Nothing to Say, Som...

2011-02-13T19:50:00.000-05:00

Journey Circles: Evolution of Art: Scenes from "Nothing to Say, Som...: "Yesterday was a lovely day at Beanetics Coffee Roasters. The place was abuzz with good friends, good conversation, good music, and of course..."

Journey Circles: We're here!

2011-02-13T19:49:00.000-05:00

Journey Circles: We're here!: "Art lovers and coffee lovers are gathering at Beanetics for the artist's reception for Ashira Malka's show, 'Nothing to Say, Something to Sh..."

Journey Circles: Evolution of Art: "Nothing to Say, Something to Sh...

2011-01-28T14:29:00.001-05:00

Journey Circles: Evolution of Art: "Nothing to Say, Something to Sh...: "Here's the price list for Ashira Malka's 'Nothing to Say, Something to Show', currently on exhibit at Beanetics Coffee Roasters through Febr..."

Journey Circles: Evolution of Art: About the Artist, Ashira Malka

2011-01-27T21:20:00.001-05:00

Journey Circles: Evolution of Art: About the Artist, Ashira Malka

Journey Circles: Evolution of Art: Ashira Malka's "Nothing to Say, Something to Show"

2011-01-26T21:08:00.001-05:00

Journey Circles: Evolution of Art: Ashira Malka's "Nothing to Say, Something to Show"

Wadi

2010-12-21T23:30:00.001-05:00

With this posting, the gallery of poetry incorporates four-dimensional art, which includes time:

Poetry Stickers

2010-11-05T03:06:00.002-04:00

Here are some poetry stickers I designed:

Poetry Superhighway Poetry Contest

2010-09-12T12:48:00.004-04:00

I am a sponsor of this poetry contest: http://poetrysuperhighway.com/pshco.html#guidelines

Israel National Radio - Jewish Poetry for Tisha B'Av

2010-07-31T14:46:00.000-04:00

Israel National Radio - Jewish Poetry for Tisha B'Av

Headstand.

2009-12-22T14:27:00.005-05:00

Doing one: http://ow.ly/OFQW

Israel National Radio - Israel's #1 Podcast and Radio Site

2009-07-18T08:39:00.002-04:00

Going to be on radio! Tuesday, the 21st of July at 5 p.m. Israel time, 10 a.m. N.Y.C./ D.C. time. (Poetry.) Israel National Radio - Israel's #1 Podcast and Radio Site

Poetry Garden

2009-05-28T23:44:00.001-04:00

At Artomatic! On the 5th floor, a window-lit space (area 15), in the corner.

Poetry Month Appearances

2009-04-16T13:09:00.008-04:00

April 5th: Beanetics, as part of Making Herstory 4, April 18th: Jazirock Studios, as part of Flux 2009, April 24th: Austin International Poetry Festival

Poems by Ashira Malka

2009-03-22T00:01:00.003-04:00

Poems by Ashira Malka

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Whenever

2009-03-19T17:37:00.002-04:00

inchoate obliterate denigrate hesitate leave retrieve upheave outlaw thieve body friend enemy create re-instate reject include me you EGO name different same.

2C Sounds 'n' Sights

2009-02-01T02:56:00.005-05:00

View 2C's EPK

Midnight Meditation

2008-12-31T18:12:00.002-05:00

Not depressed, but still upset; the one who died, has never left. My best friend sits in a shelter tonight; bombs dropping down are the brightest lights. Grandma's afraid to go out in the wind; she sits at home alone with no friends. Parents together almost forty years later; how short will cancer cut down their forever? I myself sit down sad every end of December, wishing you 'Happiness!' (an emotion I can't even remember).

From Silence To Sound

2008-11-18T12:59:00.002-05:00

Some sounds are available at: http://goberkleemusic.com/Ashira_Malka

Hungry Because I Can't

2008-05-09T17:02:00.004-04:00

I can't eat because I can't wash the dishes because the sink won't be able to drain because the water can't go down because the drain is clogged because the pipe is blocked because the garbage disposal is broken because I dropped a small screw in there because I couldn't see what I was doing because the light bulb in the kitchen had burned out and I couldn't change it because I couldn't reach it because I don't have a stool and I can't buy one because I can't justify spending the money because I don't have a place to store it because the closet is filled with junk because I can't put it in the storage space that's right downstairs because I can't go out my front and only door without the neighbors staring at me because I don't fit in here because I just DON'T. I can't sell this place because I don't own it, and I want to move because I can't STAND it! Because.

Kneed

2008-03-31T08:22:00.002-04:00

I NEVER felt you loved me, even before we moved to your STINKin' country! You never came to visit, never played and sat and read and waited and learned the rhythms that are in me. Now we are both adults, you say, and don't want to acknowledge to me that your eight-year seniority might make some VALID impact on me. I reach out to you; you call it hate. This is after a lifetime of waiting, hoping for what your heart cannot give -- as it has never received, or really lived. Your ribs really CAGE it. Your mind really canNOT imagine a time when, a this-that, a here-there, a there-now it's alright; we love each other although we fight, an I love you so much I'll stay up all night working this out with you before you leave because this connection is precious to me and you mean more to me than 1 chunk of sleep.

Shortness of Breath

2007-11-17T19:07:00.000-05:00

Built up breath stopped short not LET go from the get-go asthma stopped me speaking. Condemned instead to reading, writing. Earlier even than that (just) drawing, dreaming hoping (but) not screaming. Reams of paper computer-printed out brought home by Abba on which for me to work my feelings out.

Lady Ice

2007-09-20T23:51:00.000-04:00

Almost half a pint of frozen cream stirred in with dreamy things sits patiently in my way-too-cold freezer. Undaunted, this icy cream maintains herself with dignity. The delicacy of flavours await awakening, pierced through by the heat of my tongue which will bring us both together, alive and alert in sweet summer surrender.

Not-So-Empty Sky

2007-07-16T10:16:00.000-04:00

Outside of myself, in this whole wide deep chasm of a world I find nothing. Pure nothing, which I love. Sometimes it turns to something, crushing me. I have to turn on my own nothing, making it something. I have to super-nova myself back into existence. My world is worlds of stars shining, birthing, burning out. Glowing inwards, glowing out.

Unplugged.

2007-07-03T13:16:00.000-04:00

Four-track, twelve-string, first day of nineties. Two in intensive care, one stares into the air, three-hundred people at a funeral after four days in coma. How many plugs unplugged? Zero pictures worth MBZillions of words. Nano-seconds, light-speed -- carried right out of this world. To how many ashes was your body reduced? One covered jar buried deep in the Earth. Pushin' up daisies, for what it's worth.

Acknowledge The Edge; Act Now, No Ledge, Hedge.

2007-07-02T00:59:00.000-04:00

He knows I know he knows things that I don't know and because he knows I know he knows things that I don't know and wish to learn he chose to go because he knows I can't say "no" to knowledge, especially that which I feel I've earned. So, tonight when we all drove right by his work as he was counting out cash, cashing out, getting out just about done when we pulled up and past that window I know so well I chose silence and not to wave, chose not to love to be enslaved even if I saw him before us on the pavement walking towards bus-stop, home. Alone.

Inky-Smoky Blackened Gate

2007-06-28T09:35:00.000-04:00

Hovering, unwaveringly BLACK cloud of death descended upon me during 4 days of exed-out boyfriend in a coma drawn out into 14 years of freeze-frame snap-shot sound-bite purgatory-hell. Black sumi ink the gateway, thick Raku smoke the evidence of another world beyond, within this one.

Shabbat-Way To Nature-Closeness-Achievement

2007-05-13T00:28:00.000-04:00

Time now is Saturday night, official start of the Jewish week. Stars have emerged in the skies to start clock-ticking, worldly temporal time-keeping, profanity, everydayness...regularity, work. In our lives we tend as humans to control much. Shabbat by contrast is a time to let go and allow the body to folow its own natural rhythms. Without effort they bring us in touch with eternal and earthly sources. This beauty and sensitivity becomes more and more necessary, profound with each passing second in this time of so much crammed into every tiny crevice of our individual and collective consciounesses. Memories of computer and human brains surge to over-capacity, need to be reduced in every possible way. Setting aside one seventh of the week to reduce to essence our very selves is doing a favour for more than only oneself; this space of quietude and relative inactivity becomes a service which flows out first to those closest and sound wave by sound wave, farthest from the practitioner of the ancient, sacred, holy practice of Shabbat.

Rest-Possibilities

2007-04-27T21:56:00.000-04:00

I want to lead you, all of you -- both Y'ALL and every part of who you are -- into a dark, SAFE place not at all far from where we are now. It's just UNDER your skin I want to SING you in like the Pied Piper stealing the children ONLY I am not fooling anyone nor asking for ransom. I just want to HANG OUT while you all lay about, relaxing. Excitation expanding, excitement unnecessary. Sleep deep. I will sit SENTRY for centuries: cooking enveloping massaging warm oil into your thirsty top layer. Slide down -- hot lava contracting, retracting, cooling back down along canals created by your own old eruptions. LET the emotions underflow, GO back into storage. This too-narrow pathway falls away, gives way to a brand NEW way, embracing effortlessness that is NOT without tension. It is direction opposite to a pointing arrow. It is your navel -- the only part of your body which leads SO directly IN and OUT at the same time. Slipping, sliding, your own dream-nature abiding. Want to be Citizens of Mystery? Fear is a DRIVE to stay alive. Unafraid of DEATH, delving into your DARK side, there is no need to hide. COME with me. NOW, stay. Right here. THIS is where we become CLEAR.

a beginning

2007-04-14T23:29:00.000-04:00

What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to say? I remember very well, remember very well that day.... Sitting with Natalie on the mountain-top of Lama in New Mexico where rain collects before it d r o p p s, P l o p, p l o p, p l o p! She'd said: Never let the hand stop moving; writing is like sex, always improving. Years after reading her book, only one instruction stuck with me: free-writing, the zen of poetry. By: me.