A 'Bref Double' I took French for seven years in school; Now I remember very little of it. As an adult, I studied Arabic - Flushing what remained from my brain. The brain can rust like any other tool; That's something Papa liked to tell me. "Practice if you want something to stick." My seven years… Continue reading French, or: Arabic
A shadorma I'd settle for my daughter's self- confidence; happiness; health; heart; humor; humanity; her forging her fate... #TankaTuesday This shadorma was written for Colleen Chesebro's prompt to write a syllabic poem on Anita Dawes' theme of "What You Wish For".
Some tidbits of context As I've noted, Simchat Torah (literally: 'The Joy of the Torah') is the final holiday of the Jewish High Holy Day season in Israel that begins with Rosh haShannah (literally: 'The Head of the Year'). As somebody who lacks the basic tenets of faith that underlie the theological intentions behind the… Continue reading Three parenting highlights from Simchat Torah
A piece of tanka prose Generally, I'm not one for horror movies but do relish clever plot twists; and that's precisely what drew me to Director Jordan Peele's debut movie 'Get Out'. Its plot is more multifaceted than many other horror movies, for it offers social commentary on and a taste of the lived experience… Continue reading Cotton onto, or: Caught
Sevenling (The hill I) The hill I want to die on is- bare; perfectly smooth; smack in the middle of the lion enclosure. The lions are- mighty; single-minded; penned up inside my mind. Neither good, nor evil; just- honest. Sevenling Lines one to three should contain three connected or contrasting statements, or a list of… Continue reading Good, evil, or: Just- honest
A 'Coraline' poem 'pon shores renowned for rough welter, by unlit lighthouse whiling days, whooping from trees along lush bay, untroubled by glowing swelter... 'til dark morn papa brought grim news that left him mourning all he'd lose- no longer to helter skelter- leave behind easy, breezy ways. chapter two in dark, woodsy lands brought… Continue reading Helter, or: Skelter
And, just like that, my seven-year-old entered second grade today. My regular readers will recall that my wife and I were particularly nervous last year about her beginning first grade because she was one of three "new kids" in a class of thirty. The majority of the children in her class had been in preschool… Continue reading Entering second grade
A 'Cascade' poem I struggle every day to make ends meetAnxieties pummel me into broken gravel Worn ragged, it's a stretch to say I'm freePressure grinds rough at soul skinned rawBuses; clocks; jobs; child; chores; back|forthI struggle every day to make ends meetPump me full of alcohol, caffeine, courageLiquid channels wind through foggy stuporAnxieties pummel… Continue reading Straits, or: Expanses
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