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 Candlelight, or: Form verses creativity
A concrete poem better viewed on blog (not WP reader) there you are stretching upwards and sideways squirming wriggling everywhere going nowhere even the walls are beyond you are trapped in a narrow cup going nowhere but down down down and out eventually but we do have a bit of time together, don't we? stay… Continue reading Together, or: Eventually
Today is Papa's birthday. In Jewish tradition, we tend to commemorate the dates (on the Hebrew calendar) of our loved ones' deaths, rather than their birthdays. Same goes for historic figures like our Jewish sages of the many centuries. Generally, as somebody who deeply appreciates and respects his people's traditions, I tend to think of… Continue reading Today Papa did not turn 73
there you are stretching upwards and sideways squirming wriggling everywhere going nowhere even the walls are beyond you are trapped in a narrow cup going nowhere but down down down and out eventually but we do have a bit of time together, don't we? stay with me for Shabbat, won't you? I hope you won't… Continue reading Together, or: Eventually
I took notice that our 5⅔-year-old was using the word 'half' and the word 'part' interchangeably and decided that the time had come to set her straight on the matter. She's quite bright and loves learning new concepts so it wasn't at all challenging to pique her curiosity. However, she hadn't yet encountered fractions so,… Continue reading He was supposed to teach her math
During my first year of mourning, as I recited the kaddish on a daily basis, exploring and reflecting upon this famous Jewish doxology, I had neither the time nor the bandwidth to do justice in my writings to all that I was learning and pondering. Among the many tidbits that I omitted was the following:… Continue reading More skeptic than kaddish
My second annual kiddush on Shabbat in memory of Papa was a success. Our early morning prayer community isn't very big (because not a lot of people like waking up so early on Saturdays), and therefore our kiddushes are intimate affairs of twenty to thirty people. By those metrics, the attendance on Saturday was great.… Continue reading Hey, look at me! I’m honoring Papa!
I am no longer a "mourner" according to tradition, but am I no longer mourning? This is beyond me. Can one truly mourn forever, or does mourning inevitably decay into normalcy? Less than one Hebrew month remains until my father's first yahrzeit, thirteen months since his heart stopped for the second time at the hospital.… Continue reading The skeptic’s kaddish for the atheist, 48