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Poetry Partners #18 A Blank Verse poem by Lov of 'Underthetamarindtree' (in iambic pentameter) The surf, sandy beach, mild breeze and the sun, The ocean yields its treasures, one by one, I am a child once again, who can still, From picking coral and shells, get a thrill, Like a mother’s bosom, the sea swells… Continue reading Humanity, past, or: Future
An American sentence: Having my first grader injected with a brand new vaccine scares me. 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… Continue reading Mind, or: Heart
An American sentence Due to COVID-19, my child started grade school without her teacher. 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 New normal, or: Beginnings
A shadorma beyond books, beyond history & fiction, pandemic, once unimaginable, now reality.
An abhanga EPIGRAPH: Our language has wisely sensed the two sides of being alone. It has created the word loneliness to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word solitude to express the glory of being alone.-Paul Tillich (1886 – 1965) Solitude, glorious? That's weak consolation in dark isolation, dying, diseased. Solitude,… Continue reading Solitude, or: Loneliness
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
An oddquain a question: what unites us? COVID? the Internet? anything else?
This week Sunday I picked my daughter up from preschool on Sunday afternoon for a playdate with a friend. When I picked her up, I sensed that something was wrong by her mood and behavior; she was being overly emotional about trivial matters (e.g., she was upset because a ribbon had come off her balloon).… Continue reading Did I have COVID-19?
The skeptic's kaddish 
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