Archive for August, 2008

An Ugly Life

Another beautiful poem by our Julia – I think it speaks for itself.

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I wished for you,
an ugly life.
The story of a stolen daughter,
The kind full of poverty, addiction,
and illness.
Of broken hearts and crushed dreams.
I wished for you,
an ugly life.

My wish would bring to me,
reason.
Would bring me family once loved
A tragic story could explain our loss
Our reunion, could have been my gain.

Instead, I’m your shame.
Your rich life, your four new ones,
hiding under it all,
I can find you there, I know.
but I can never find myself,
in your beautiful life.

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August 13, 2008 at 2:17 pm 7 comments

“The Hummus Place”

Yesterday, I was able to meet up with Julia’s good friend from college, Sara and her husband Aref. As they’ve recently moved out to the urban metropolis of St. Cloud, MN (^^), they had a craving for some quality hummus. We made our way to “The Hummus Place” – which also happened to be a favorite of Julia’s.

The first time I went, I was wandering aimlessly in the Upper West Side talking to her on the phone. She brought up the location on her computer, and proceeded to tell me all the ins-and-outs of hummus – and apparently there are many! Partial list follows:

DO NOT:
Order just one.
Forget the pickles, olives, and onions.
Use utensils.
Lick your fingers.
Forget the Gold Star.

DO:
Order more than you can eat.
Eat regular, not whole wheat pita.
Eat it right away, while it’s still warm.
Eat with friends.
Drink lots of Gold Star.

As you can see, she was a fan of the Israeli beer they sell there (I think she had memorized the menu, both food and beverage side) – GOLD STAR (she would’ve killed me for using this picture – LOL). She kept telling me to order one, but unfortunately on that particular day I was nursing a bit of a hang over.

I also refrained from partaking yesterday, but next time love, cheers to you and GOLD STAR – wherever you are…

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August 7, 2008 at 8:09 am 2 comments

Who From, Where Going?

We all know what a naturally gifted writer Julia was, but she also used poetry as a medium to express herself.  She was fearless in this, as well as in blogging, but she often kept the poetry very private.  It came to my attention that she had written drafts of poems in a copy of Lee Herrick’s newly published work of poetry, This Many Miles from Desire (WordTech Editions, 2007), that he had sent her.  I thought I’d share one here today, I’ve been less than creative in titling the work myself.

Who from, where going?

– Julia Mendelson

What does Buddhist blood look like?

Does it look like mine?

Or is it my soul? Have you seen my soul?

Could you see it when you scanned me, poked me, opened me?

Jewish? Christian? Buddhist?

Where did I come from and where will I go?

You walk into my room, spew out all of this information about me,

meaningful numbers and codes, indications of what’s up inside,

but is there a blood test, a scan, that can tell us from whom I came,

where I am going, and what I’m made of?

I don’t care about the levels of acids and treatments anymore,

I don’t want to hear another blast count or pulse rate,

just tell me, who I came from…

… and where I’m going from here.

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August 1, 2008 at 7:40 pm 3 comments


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It’s just not that black & white. Not because I am taking a stand against. Just because, the issues I face are somewhere in the grey area and to weed through them, I blog. I blog. ~

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