I have measured out my life with coffee spoons. -T. S. Eliot (1888 – 1965) A Choka how the star dissolves into the morning's first brew bobbing and fizzing at the glistening surface pushing hopelessly against edges unyielding which rim the opaque nectar of our universe weightless particles screened by hazy nebulae desperately quaffed in… Continue reading Cupped, or: Limitless
A limerick I solemnly swear that I am up to no good, And given the hour, this ought be understood... One cannot expect more of me Until my brain's had its coffee- Else sweet verses shan't flow as they should. ‘What do you see’ Prompt #157 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo… Continue reading For worse, or: Better
An American sentence: I sip hot morning coffee, sighing with deep relief and self-judgment. 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… Continue reading Relief, or: Self-judgment
An 'Anna' poem Another week begins; I'm here at the office; but I want nothing more than to write poetry; perhaps I should chug this coffee? Oops, no. Now I am hyperfocused on these damn iambs. 'Anna' poem? a heptastich: 7 lines; not rhyming; metric: iambic (ba-BUM) pattern; L1 dimeter (ba-BUM, ba-BUM), L2 trimeter (ba-BUM,… Continue reading Coffee? or: Oops, no.
A piece of Tanka Prose supine form in bed motionless, but for deep breaths eyelids flutter rapidly unmade choices lived again blank stare up at white ceiling I don’t take care of myself very well. My sleep schedule is ridiculously inconsistent; some nights I only sleep three hours; other nights, I may sleep for ten.… Continue reading Blank stare, or: Unmade choices
A haibun My new job at The Jewish Agency comes with lots of perks. When I was first offered the position, I was excited about having long-term job security; writing for a living; and working for a major Jewish organization that I'd long had an affinity for (my wife and I met in 2010 as… Continue reading Morning fog, or: Life insurance
Sweet breeze beyond windows rhymes Whispering sweet no-things to leaves that rustle coquettishly Never before have they fluttered with so much animation Flirtatious feathered creatures sailing along ethereal Streams land in pairs to catch teasing airy murmurs -Chirp- Straining for rhymes in the drift lethargic still long past cockcrow hour he hears children's Gales of… Continue reading Rhyme, or: Reason
Sevenling (Hazy wisps of) Hazy wisps of last night's dream sequences lit upon the faintest glimmers of reflections swirling around fantasies beyond the reaches of my consciousness. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes this morning; savored the aroma of my coffee with a contented sigh; stepped out and breathed in Jerusalem's crisp autumn air.… Continue reading Back then, or: Hours later
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