A drunk, embroiled, bleeding will that imposed itself on constellations, on the world’s secret, is blazing in my generation’s heart. Fettering the free, festive air, with a strict hand. The sun and the deeps are wheel horses on its farm. It is strange to be a woman, simple, domestic, feeble, in an insolent, violent generation, to be shy, weary, in a cold generation, a generation … Continue reading Day-88-Penpositive Reading Campaign-A Drunk, Embroiled Will; By the Israeli Poet Zelda