Live to tell, or: Breathe

Poetry Partners #82 'No, Covid is Not Gone Yet!' a poem by Robert J Jr. of 'Robert's Snap Spot' Unexpected change in life. Omicron. Emergency Room. Doom. Crying. Pneumonia in Lungs. Not the fatal end… Huh! Sent home Emergency Room. Admitted to COVID-19 ward, husband can visit. Sunday, COVID ward, “COVID-19 Ward… No visit except… Continue reading Live to tell, or: Breathe

Dreams, or: Trampolines

A haibun Having grown up in suburbia, I had the pleasure of a backyard throughout most of my childhood; and, of course, I always took it for granted. After graduate school, I moved to Washington, DC to work at the US Department of Energy; and I didn't give much thought to no longer having a… Continue reading Dreams, or: Trampolines

Humanity, or: Me

A haibun Tonight, my wife, daughter and I went out to watch the fireworks for Israel's Independence Day, which follows immediately after Israel's Memorial Day. Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, the last time we went out to watch the fireworks was three years ago, just before I flew to the USA for the unveiling of… Continue reading Humanity, or: Me

Winter, or: Spring

A haibun Next week, our 7-year-old daughter will have her first birthday party. We have, of course, celebrated her birthday at home every year, and she always gets more gifts from her parents and grandparents than she knows what to do with. However, this will be the first time that she'll ever have had a… Continue reading Winter, or: Spring

Israel exempts schoolchildren from quarantine

The last month or so I haven't been keeping exact track, but our first-grader has been in quarantine four (or five?) times in the past month or so. Each time, a teacher or fellow student tested positive with COVID-19, and we had to take her to get her tested - once at the beginning of… Continue reading Israel exempts schoolchildren from quarantine

Humanity, past, or: Future

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

Mind, or: Heart

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

New normal, or: Beginnings

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