A shadorma this office- I haven't grown up -these walls grew around me- my plant's growing towards me rooted but eager Tanka Tuesday For #TankaTuesday, Colleen Chesebro invites writers to share their days in syllabic poems. All we have to do is take a photo and write a syllabic poem about this day, as we… Continue reading Rooted, or: Eager
A haibun Cheeks ablaze in embarrassment, I stare at the computer screen in the privacy of my office. The email I'm reading does not contain all of the information necessary for me to complete my report, and it's my fault because I forgot to ask one particularly pivotal question of our representative in the field.… Continue reading Ablaze in embarrassment, or: Lesson learned
A haibun My daily schedule has changed quite a bit since I began my new job. Whereas I once had a lot of flexibility, I now have to put in 8 hours at the office daily. I can no longer drop my daughter off and pick her up from school on the same day. Also,… Continue reading June, or: Jeune
A haibun It was not so long ago that I aimed for the stars. Perhaps just over a decade ago... but who's counting? Today, I'm at a secure job that provides me & my family health and life insurance, along with other benefits. In another year's time I'll be eligible for dental and catastrophic health… Continue reading Ground control, or: Major Tom
My 1st Sheshire A memory still gnaws at me; I was self-righteous in my youth. One week, my parents had headaches; Erring, they'd bought... decaf coffee. A jerk, I smirked, learning the truth Of their addiction and mistake. Then, in college, t'was a café... Across the street from my dorm room. I'd drink cappuccinos and… Continue reading Light, medium, or: Dark
A shadorma my life is not an exciting one; perhaps that is a blessing cleverly disguised... so I imagine...
A musette "Happy birthday!" She felt sappy. "Guess you can go get that tattoo! But... Tom? I'll always be your mom."
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
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