A poem in blank verse They met and married in the seventies, several years after their Aliyah from the Soviet Union, a regime which had stripped their families of Jewish knowledge and traditions. Very few Jews were granted visas for emigration in those years, as leaving the Mother Land was considered betrayal. Israel transformed them;… Continue reading Hold the vegetables, or: Salted with my tears
Poetry in partnership My first taste of writing poetry in partnership with another poet has been the composition of a hyakuin (a renga comprised of 100 tankas) with Sangeetha of 'Mindfills', titled 'Ripples'. This whetted my appetite for further creative collaborations, leading me to launch the 'Poetry Partners' initiative, which is an open invitation to… Continue reading Many waters, or: A renga partnership, V
A quadrille In the form of a Than Bauk Just got the news that my muse has refused to aid me - betrayed me! Dismayed, I sigh. Thus denied, words won't fly without her about; and rerouting thoughts through new dots just leaves knotted lines. Undermined, I'm inclined to throw in my worn towel. Than… Continue reading Mutiny, or: Inner space
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Balance, or: Form verses creativity
Four American sentences: I wonder what, if anything, will still exist after I am gone. I wonder what, if anything, exists while I sit here typing this. I wonder whether or not I am actually composing this.I wonder whether or not you're actually reading this sentence. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the… Continue reading Whether, or: Not
Poetry Partners #34 A poem by Cindy Georgakas of 'Unique Times with Cindy' Force Quit wires crossed, keyboard crashed Undo won’t do the trick, Hit the off button Take a break Voices over flowing No time to meditate Insides fried Overload Data stored… not found Storage full Plastic bouncing more money needed Pick from a… Continue reading Force quit, or: No! I won’t go to bed!
Poetry Partners #33 A poem by trE of 'A Cornered Gurl' the depth of love carries a torch of light it ushers in the kindness we need and lures fighters whose intentions are bright the heart a source not of stinginess or greed we long for understanding in this world our chances of finding it… Continue reading Holding on, or: Letting go