We Pass Each Other on the Stairs: 120 Real and Imagined Encounters

By Hanoch Guy Kaner

If you like to meet new people the book offers you a hundred and twenty chances. real people as well as imaginary ones populate the book.
Engage with characters in sickness and healing.

Each one is full of life force,sadness and smiles

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491834428

Hanoch Guy Kaner

Hanoch Guy, Ph.D., Ed.D., spent his childhood and youth in Israel surrounded by citrus orchards, watermelon fields and invading sand dunes. He is a bilingual poet in Hebrew and English. Hanoch is emeritus professor of Jewish and Hebrew literature at Temple University specializing in Holocaust literature.. He has mentored and taught poetry classes at the Musehouse center in Philadelphia. Hanoch has published poetry extensively in the US, Israel , the UK, Greece.and Wales. His poems published in Genre, Poetry Newsletter, Tracks, the International Journal of Genocide S tudies, Poetry Motel, Visions International, and Voices Israel and many more, He has won awards for Poetica and Mad Poets Society. Terra Treblinka was a finalist in the Northbook contest. He has won first prize in Better than Starbuck Haiku .contest. Hanoch Guy is the author of eleven poetry books

Book preview

45848.png Men Are Dark Seeds

expelled by absent fathers

at the edge of the Sodomean Desert.

Tossed up in sandstorms,

living in the curse of broken earth.

Seeds broken open with swollen, red tongues

crushed by falling rocks.

After long years of drought,

they sprout angrily

through wounded fissures

as black scorpions

fence with deadly claws,

stingers locked,

drunk on each other’s poison.

They dance, skip,

dance

on the ravines until they fall

exhausted

snoring

by Eden’s fences,

content with their union,

exempt from making love to Eve

or having to answer to anybody.

Wild Weeds

Creeping out of pink flowerbeds,

yellow-faced, climbing,

bandaged elbows and knees.

Men are wild grasses,

spreading on burnt soil

between earthworms and groundhogs,

retreating quickly,

bleeding at their joints,

blood dense and hot.

Rusting Armor

Masks melting into their faces,

eyeslits welded,

suits falling,

leaving their pink, wrinkled

genitals hanging lame.

Their bellies hairless.

Chests muddy, scum-filled moats.

Attacked by flying fish and leeches

near castle ruins.

Peeling eucalyptus bark.

Estranged from exposed trunks,

oxygen-deprived.

Small Black Garden Snakes

hiding in a wide, dry leaf

of a banana tree,

ready to strike.

45848.png Game Eater

Born and buried in meat,

a window in the stomach’s pouch

for excess fermentation.

A lump in the throat.

Eyes grazing up and down

the pale green meadow.

Always ravenous.

Belly window enlarges.

Ants look up to him

with great reverence.

He darts fast, arrows

toward pink rabbits

under trees.

Abandons a buffalo

limping on one foot to beat a coyote

to a sick deer.

Fingers amazingly,

tearing skin.

Game eater born buried in meat

stocks up for a long winter.

45848.png Owl Call

Come to bed,

Gail calls to Calvin,

light is on in the barn.

He rushes into the windy night,

under the