Richelieu, or: the Conspiracy

Poet-Warrior Sword dripping with foes' dark ink Pens mightier words d’Verse Open Link Night I am sharing this poem for d’Verse OLN #313. This is a senryu that I wrote back in August '20, a few months after launching this blog. The words came to me as I was lying down to sleep, and I worried… Continue reading Richelieu, or: the Conspiracy

South of Ukraine, or: Not by Russia

My 1st Sparrowlet South of Ukraine... not by Russia... Stuck in Moldova... Gosh, such a frustrating and unforeseen pain that my wife is there and thus - a traveler stranded with no plane... Not by Russia... South of Ukraine... d'Verse prompt: The Sparrowlet At d'Verse, poets were prompted to try their hands at constructing sparrowlets:… Continue reading South of Ukraine, or: Not by Russia

Lisolia, or: Anaphasia

A double acrostic poem Reflections in Arabic tea:Much has Jerusalem seen Land endowed in ancient times with a divine auraIsrael lay between three continents on clover mapSovereignty won and lost; so too ~ prevailing mythOver centuries, she heard many a heartrending pleaLove for Homeland of yore etched into Jews' heartsIndeed, lifetimes of yearning for each… Continue reading Lisolia, or: Anaphasia

My first poetry reading

Poets of Babel By very happy coincidence, Shoshana Sarah, whom I discovered ~2 weeks ago here on WordPress lives only five buildings down from me. It's a funny thing... Not so long ago, I was kvetching here about not connecting with any Israelis on WordPress, despite having met so many friends throughout the world; and… Continue reading My first poetry reading

Safe, or: Warzone?

A rondelet Israelis ~ Most of us ain't Messianic. Israelis ~ Don't buy the hype from your tellies. Though the strife may seem volcanic ~ Life here's quite peaceful ~ don't panic! Israelis. P.S. This post was scheduled in advance because I am offline for two days (between sunset on Monday and sunset on Wednesday)… Continue reading Safe, or: Warzone?

Parenthood, or: Fear

A d'Verse quadrille I’m wound up and wounded Not my body yet, just my heart We’re sitting potential collateral Damage // seems Verse is free But can’t free me From her world, which I’m afraid to leave For, simply, I Want to protect her innocence and heart The prompt: What’s in a word? The above… Continue reading Parenthood, or: Fear

We live together

So many people are so certain I have nothing of meaningful substance to add to the conversation about the current flareup in the Palestinian-Israeli conflict. What astounds me is that so many people think that they do. So many are so sure of themselves. That's the meat of this particular blog post so please feel… Continue reading We live together