About Pixie_Hoffmann

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Pixie, 30, works in events management. Writes poetry.

Name:
Pixie Hoffmann
Sex:
Female 
Age:
30
Sign:
Scorpio
Relationship Status:
Single
Location:
Local Time:
23 Jun 2018 17:10
Interests:
Books, cooking, music, Judaism.
Favorite Books:
The Torah. The Four Quartets. Sonnets from the Portuguese.
Favorite Authors:
TS Eliot.
Favorite Movies:
Casablanca
Favourite TV Shows:
None
Favorite Music:
Purcell, Tallis, Hildegard Von Bingen

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07 May 2018
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Forum Posts:
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Stories:
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Badges:
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The origins of Rahab's Red Book

Getting the contents of the Red Book back to London was exciting, as it gave the experts at the British Library a chance to order them. There were ten volumes in all. The leaves had been bound in red Spanish leather, and to judge by the state of the bindings, had hardly been read. The curators said it was likely they had been bound after each section had been written and then put away by...

Added 17 Jun 2018 | Category Memoirs | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 61 | 3 Comments

Rahab's Red Book

During a visit to Istanbul, I had occasion to meet a colleague in an old Ottoman era town house near the Hagia Sophia, the great Basilica built by the emperor Justinan the Great in the sixth century of the Christian era. She was a member of the Maronite Christian community from Syria, and worked, undercover, for Mossad, the Israeli Secret Service. Elena, the old woman who owned the house and...

Added 05 Jun 2018 | Category Memoirs | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 113 | 5 Comments

Loss

The moment pleased, as the hour now brings pain, for loss, however named, is absence.   Across night's vast ocean the glimmer of moonlight trails like the snail's tracks across the path.   You are gone. That is all I know, or care to say, as the loss aches.   Time, they say heals all, but this it does  not heal.   Still is your voice and the nightingales awake, death...

Added 02 Jun 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 64 | 5 Comments

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Of Tea Waters

In condensation of the tea waters with a fragrant of the pekoe, in evaporation as if a scent, a landscape of Claude Monet. As we kiss with love's extract beneath a trellis of the stars, in my poetry of memoirs, my impressionism, sunrise. The scent lingers, the hour pains as the moment pleased, and the brush falters. Now the sunrise on the canvas, the stars fall, the sun rises, and my...

Added 05 Jun 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 110

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