The Festival of Booths

Sukkot The Jewish autumn festival of Sukkot, known by some Christians as the Festival of Booths, is upon us. It begins at sunset tomorrow night, and preparations are already underway among those of us who live our lives according to our people's ancient traditions. Our preparations primarily include constructing outdoor booths (Hebrew: sukkah - singular,… Continue reading The Festival of Booths

My daughter’s English

I'm totally boasting My daughter now reads pages of Pippi Longstocking in English (which my amazing mother brought her from the USA) that I have not yet read to her. And when I read to her from this book, she likes to take over and read parts of it herself - parts that she is… Continue reading My daughter’s English

Sweet, sweet, or: Silence

A kyrielle I drop her off and collect her; Daily, you can see us walking; For me, all those walks are a blur... My child is constantly talking! I have given up on thinking; Her voice my every thought's blocking; Feels like waking after drinking... My child is constantly talking! I love her more than… Continue reading Sweet, sweet, or: Silence

Poet, or: Daddy

An American sentence Better poet than father, deftly, I articulate my self-doubt. 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 felt that removing the… Continue reading Poet, or: Daddy

Drop, or: Fall

A haibun My only child is entering first grade on September 1st... That's the day after tomorrow. I have written before about my anxiety regarding whether or not the Israeli government will allow our children to return to school this year after a year-and-a-half of various lockdowns and quarantines... More than anything, I want her… Continue reading Drop, or: Fall

First impressions of first grade

Today in the stairwell of our apartment building, our upstairs neighbors asked our six-year-old daughter if she's feeling excited about going into first grade next week. She responded, "Yes, I am, but my father is even more excited." Now, subtlety was never my strong suit, but, to be fair, my wife is also very excited.… Continue reading First impressions of first grade

As more die, or: As we did once

My 1st kasa (or gasa) I feel guilty. People live in terror, scared of COVID, wearing face masks. Pandemic, corona; bodies pile up. Numbers don't lie, as more die every day. But I'm just one man with a child; and I want her to thrive, grow up carefree, attend first grade. Normalcy is today's ~… Continue reading As more die, or: As we did once