Far too many did I poo-poo In the past, for their sheer fear Of disaster, dawning faster When they'd been caught unawares When they questioned fair elections Fingers wringing, furrowed brows I would smile ever politely-- There shall come again a now Now I wonder, faith asunder As every channel tells of hell Discord 'round… Continue reading 2020, or: 20/20
Poetry Partners #110 'Last Phone Call', a poem by Mary Anne Abdo of 'Blue Stained Glass' One call, four lines. "Dad, can you hear us?" "Mom is outside of your bedroom window. She wants to say, 'Hello!'" Hearing his wife banging on the window, "Marty can you hear me?" Only an inaudible acknowledgement rang over… Continue reading Last phone call, or: Blue stained glass
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
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
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
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
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
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
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