• CAUSE OF DEATH | Kira's Art and Poetry On a small piece of paper in plain black ink, one word was scribbled in an unbroken link: Sorry. The cause of death It was proclaimed was clear right from the start— the subject in the blanket died of a sad and broken heart. * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks September 20, 1998 | Graymoor, IL In memory of my dear brother Ehud Shimoni 4/24/1961 - 2/28/2014 https://kirasart.com/cause-of-death/
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    CAUSE OF DEATH | Kira's Art and Poetry On a small piece of paper in plain black ink, one word was scribbled in an unbroken link: Sorry. The cause of death It was proclaimed was clear right from the start— the subject in the blanket died of a sad and broken heart. * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks September 20, 1998 | Graymoor, IL In memory of my dear brother Ehud Shimoni 4/24/1961 - 2/28/2014 https://kirasart.com/cause-of-death/
  • DREAMS ON STORMY NIGHT Dreams on stormy night howl and billow— flimsy feather left alone upon my pillow— And I wonder was it you who stirred my soul? Did you come to heal my heart and make it whole—again? * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks May 15, 2019 | OC, CA https://kirasart.com/dreams-on-stormy-night/
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    DREAMS ON STORMY NIGHT Dreams on stormy night howl and billow— flimsy feather left alone upon my pillow— And I wonder was it you who stirred my soul? Did you come to heal my heart and make it whole—again? * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks May 15, 2019 | OC, CA https://kirasart.com/dreams-on-stormy-night/
  • THAT WAS THEN That was then and now it’s over all that was is gone for good— the honey days and stinking clovers drifted by as well they should. Time trickles slowly by forming spikes and stalactites in that frozen cave you call your heart. That was then and now it's over there is no more time for me to brood— all that was is gone forever— that was then now I’m in heaven. * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks|Kira’s Art and Poetry February 12, 2010 | OC, California https://kirasart.com/that-was-then/
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    THAT WAS THEN That was then and now it’s over all that was is gone for good— the honey days and stinking clovers drifted by as well they should. Time trickles slowly by forming spikes and stalactites in that frozen cave you call your heart. That was then and now it's over there is no more time for me to brood— all that was is gone forever— that was then now I’m in heaven. * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks|Kira’s Art and Poetry February 12, 2010 | OC, California https://kirasart.com/that-was-then/
  • ORGANIZING FOR SOCIAL CHANGE MANUAL FOR ACTIVISTS | Order directly from the publisher organizingforsocialchange.com
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    ORGANIZING FOR SOCIAL CHANGE MANUAL FOR ACTIVISTS | Order directly from the publisher organizingforsocialchange.com
  • Check, check, check! @asaffulks new #musicvideo MOMENTS UNAWARE is #np everywhere! Featuring my original #poetry and videography. Turn it up! #musicmonday #momentsunaware #love #kirasart #yakirashimonifulks #newsingle
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    Check, check, check! @asaffulks new #musicvideo MOMENTS UNAWARE is #np everywhere! Featuring my original #poetry and videography. Turn it up! #musicmonday #momentsunaware #love #kirasart #yakirashimonifulks #newsingle
  • THE WALL The wall rose between them suddenly seemingly out of nowhere — but its twisted rotten roots laid deep in their dark soiled past that stretched all the way back to beginning of time * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry February 11, 2020 | OC, California Visit my website kirasart.com
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    THE WALL The wall rose between them suddenly seemingly out of nowhere — but its twisted rotten roots laid deep in their dark soiled past that stretched all the way back to beginning of time * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry February 11, 2020 | OC, California Visit my website kirasart.com
  • The Betrayal The betrayal was sudden swift and jarring— it ripped my guts and tore my heart to shreds. For a long while I thought the holes will never heal— the magic of life turned into meaningless moments and no event however joyful lived up to the memories of a life now dimly recalled. And then one day I realized it was up to me to stop the pain and I turned my mind in other directions— over time the sting softened and I was able to breathe— mind over matter hour by hour I began to feel alive again. * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry February 8, 2020 | OC California kirasart.com
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    The Betrayal The betrayal was sudden swift and jarring— it ripped my guts and tore my heart to shreds. For a long while I thought the holes will never heal— the magic of life turned into meaningless moments and no event however joyful lived up to the memories of a life now dimly recalled. And then one day I realized it was up to me to stop the pain and I turned my mind in other directions— over time the sting softened and I was able to breathe— mind over matter hour by hour I began to feel alive again. * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry February 8, 2020 | OC California kirasart.com
  • SUNDAYS AT THE COVE On Sundays we walk to the Cove down a sandy trail covered with wildflowers all the way to the ocean– We sit on the bench at the edge of the cliff and watch the sinking sun fill the air with velvet orange glow as it quietly reflects in the still water basking in the beauty of her own light. And then my heart quivers with yearning with deep longing sighs– wishing this moment would last forever. * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry Dec. 9, 2019 | OC, California visit my website kirasart.com | link in bio
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    SUNDAYS AT THE COVE On Sundays we walk to the Cove down a sandy trail covered with wildflowers all the way to the ocean– We sit on the bench at the edge of the cliff and watch the sinking sun fill the air with velvet orange glow as it quietly reflects in the still water basking in the beauty of her own light. And then my heart quivers with yearning with deep longing sighs– wishing this moment would last forever. * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry Dec. 9, 2019 | OC, California visit my website kirasart.com | link in bio
  • WHEN DEATH LANDS UPON OUR SHORES When death lands upon our shores on early foggy morning with sudden banging roar-- When death comes and leaves a sight of blood and gore-- Who will sooth our hearts? Who will make us soar? Who will fill the hollow void? Will we ever be the same? Could we ever sing again? Oh, how could we survive this crushing burning pain? * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry February 4, 2020 | OC California In memory of Kobe Bryant visit my website kirasart.com | link in bio
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    WHEN DEATH LANDS UPON OUR SHORES When death lands upon our shores on early foggy morning with sudden banging roar-- When death comes and leaves a sight of blood and gore-- Who will sooth our hearts? Who will make us soar? Who will fill the hollow void? Will we ever be the same? Could we ever sing again? Oh, how could we survive this crushing burning pain? * ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art and Poetry February 4, 2020 | OC California In memory of Kobe Bryant visit my website kirasart.com | link in bio