Little game, or: Thrill me

Perhaps it was the I remember the bus stop by the brown field Empty no man's land between the houses with a couple of small How old was I in second or third grade? Nine years old I suppose Maybe eight houses down from ours maybe less It's all so hazy Those two small trees… Continue reading Little game, or: Thrill me

Dangerous, or: Horizonless

EPIGRAPH: When you start to live outside yourself, it’s all dangerous.-Ernest Hemingway (1899 – 1961) write safe words never utter crowd out white space press a dull nib dipped in life ink pour more than enough to cover horizonless pages of sheerest all color streaming into one blinding plane as searing brave light tears through… Continue reading Dangerous, or: Horizonless

Indoors, or: Sunshine

A haibun In Israel, as of last week, the mask requirement has been lifted, even indoors. Israelis are now entirely free to walk around in malls and supermarkets. And, of course, my little sunshine was thrilled to return to her beloved Gymboree at the mall next to her kindergarten. She's always been much more active… Continue reading Indoors, or: Sunshine

Coffee, or: Ambrosia

My 1st copla real One point at the back of my head That is where all the caffeine goes I quiver, held up by a thread Until thick dark ambrosia flows Without which I'd rather be dead Lethargy and feebleness spread My mind convulsing in dry throes Running late is what I most dread While… Continue reading Coffee, or: Ambrosia