Gold, or: Blue

An ekphrastic poem barren skeletal trees and snow- covered, distant peaks speak of winter, more than mere hints belied by golden hillsides as though - as though - a woman could warm herself merely by lying down upon them, though whether she rested her back there; upon the stubborn green grass; rough, rocky hills; or silent… Continue reading Gold, or: Blue

Silence, or: The lambs

A haibun I can't recall ever being afraid of death, although my father's death led me to reflect deeply upon death's effects upon the yet living. Still, as uncomfortable as that line of thinking is, it leaves me tearful rather than fearful. Papa's death has also led me to think a lot about suffering. He… Continue reading Silence, or: The lambs

Loose peoples, or: One tightly knit?

My 1st 'blues stanza' Oh, Hebrew has long been our people's tongue Holy tongue, it's always been our ancient tongue That few know today for we're so far-flung Most Jews have seen it only in prayer books Though most don't ever open up prayer books How many give the Torah even single looks? Diaspora Jews… Continue reading Loose peoples, or: One tightly knit?

Still here, or: ‘Brown’

steady, solid, here I am always here always here for you here for your arms for your backside for your back to rest rest upon me now rest your weary legs rest against me; the rest are flashy, true, still true I am always true inside, always true outdoors, always true, I am dull, but… Continue reading Still here, or: ‘Brown’