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Abused friend

Vacation My wife, daughter, and I are on a much needed vacation in Haifa for a week. We arrived here on Friday before Shabbat (the Jewish Sabbath), in time to order prepared food and go shopping for groceries. I love how happy it makes our daughter to go to the beach with both of her… Continue reading Abused friend

Two horses, or: Nightmares

Poetry Partners #111 'Am I dreaming?', a poem by Benjamin Nambu of 'Wealthy and ambitious entrepeneurs network' Two horses charge through a misty forest unto a dusty road As if pursued by an invisible being As if racing to the end of the world Reminds me of something I could no longer remember Like a… Continue reading Two horses, or: Nightmares

Subscriber Identity Module, or: No Caller ID

An American sentence: A fearful young wife removes her sim card before fleeing to her friends. 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… Continue reading Subscriber Identity Module, or: No Caller ID

Ark, or: Rainbow

A 'cascade' poem Insecurities dribble like sweat from my brow I can't stem the holes in the many bursting pipes Flailing, I'm pulled into perfectionism's whirlpool Work correspondences run down my screen Anxieties float to the surface with every email Insecurities dribble like sweat from my brow An emergency! Quick, send out a press release!… Continue reading Ark, or: Rainbow

Last phone call, or: Blue stained glass

Poetry Partners #110 'Last Phone Call', a poem by Mary Anne Abdo of 'Blue Stained Glass' One call, four lines. "Dad, can you hear us?" "Mom is outside of your bedroom window. She wants to say, 'Hello!'" Hearing his wife banging on the window, "Marty can you hear me?" Only an inaudible acknowledgement rang over… Continue reading Last phone call, or: Blue stained glass

Resplendent sparkles, or: Broken asphalt

A haibun As a teenager, I would make the rounds with my snow shovel after heavy snowfalls in suburban New Jersey, offering my not at all highly esteemed driveway shoveling services. By my standards, the money was great. I always looked forward to winter. Then, in college, I encountered Cleveland, Ohio winters, which can be… Continue reading Resplendent sparkles, or: Broken asphalt

W3 Prompt #14: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #14: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Of primal drive, or: Law from above

Poetry Partners #109 A poem by Michaël of 'Daily Poetry' By what other name do we know love, it's the warmth we receive the lost souls we retrieve. But closer than affection, we don't seem to come to describe that powerful feeling. It's mother's protection, a place to call home, peeling layers off will not… Continue reading Of primal drive, or: Law from above