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Woodwork, or: Far from the tree

A limerick Respected for both mind and might, The nails he hit lost every fight; So, where had I come from? His son who was all thumbs Knew only to dream and to write. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #154 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo to the right as inspiration for… Continue reading Woodwork, or: Far from the tree

Expressions, or: Last hurrahs

Poetry Partners #136 'Leaf Expression', a poem by Mary Anne Abdo of 'Blue Stained Glass' Wondering through the forest. I follow blue that turns into auburn, orange and gold. Leaves falling carpeting the woodland floor below. My steps are imprinting a trail for those to follow. An eerie silence is broken by autumn winds. As… Continue reading Expressions, or: Last hurrahs

The Nove Otto, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Nove Otto, or: Creativity verses form

Identity, or: Living bible

An ode to relocation Identity's not one's location, But many go to seek themselves; Youth, enticed by relocation, Pulls pack off the top shelf. Years lived in foreign societies Reveal a sojourner's essence; Accepting improprieties, Rethinking each defense. Awash in others yet so alone, Adaption proffers survival; Inner wisdoms bring out one's own faithful, living… Continue reading Identity, or: Living bible

Superimposed over the forest

Clamping her mouth tightly, Shabina massaged her twisted ankle; the elders had warned she'd get into a pickle. Countless numbers had aspired to recover the precious shamanic mask, only to have disappeared… like cousin Shabu. Suddenly, in a flash of red and yellow, Shabu appeared shimmering above her, as though magically superimposed over the forest… Continue reading Superimposed over the forest

Arrivals, or: Departures

An American sentence: After visiting her child abroad, she returned to a changed Russia. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that… Continue reading Arrivals, or: Departures

Anti-Netanyahu voting strategy

The one voting issue Israelis will go to the polls on November 1st for the fifth time in ~3.5 years. I won't rehash our recent electoral history, other than to say that this insanity of going to vote over and over again revolves entirely around one individual: former Prime Minister Benjamin "Bibi" Netanyahu. Putting aside… Continue reading Anti-Netanyahu voting strategy

Circumcised, or: Barely

Sevenling (I am such) I am such a friggin' Jew; circumcised; born in and residing in the capital of Israel; always, always walking around with a yarmulke. I don't compose poetry in Hebrew; I don't hate; I have difficulty believing in my One True God, let alone in any foreign ones. I am just as… Continue reading Circumcised, or: Barely