A domestic abuse story

Preoccupied with domestic abuse After my wife's and my recent attempts to help our domestically abused friend, my mind has been awash with thoughts about domestic violence. In that context, I'd like to share another story about a second friend of ours... somebody that we're especially close to. Her story, in a certain sense, is… Continue reading A domestic abuse story

Beginning’s end, or: Every new beginning

An American sentence: Defeated, the abused wife returned her friends' apartment key and left. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didnโ€™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 Beginning’s end, or: Every new beginning

Through thick, or: Thin

A Crystalline They welcomed in their dinner guests, his heavy hand upon her thin nape. Her beautiful, gemmed Sabbath outfit was adorned with an unseen leash. She'd applied makeup carefully to conceal her crow's feet and pallor. An unsteady smile failed to distract from timid eyes, red and tearful. What's a Crystalline? A complete couplet.… Continue reading Through thick, or: Thin

Abused friend returns to husband

A textbook case of domestic abuse The friend I wrote about several days ago that has been psychologically, sexually, and physically abused by her husband has returned to him after fleeing from their home. I don't know the details, but I do know that she has spoken to him by phone; and he's agreed to… Continue reading Abused friend returns to husband

Abused friend

Vacation My wife, daughter, and I are on a much needed vacation in Haifa for a week. We arrived here on Friday before Shabbat (the Jewish Sabbath), in time to order prepared food and go shopping for groceries. I love how happy it makes our daughter to go to the beach with both of her… Continue reading Abused friend

Barefoot, or: Naked Truth

My 2nd Cleave poem she loves his gruff voice, his calling card that he leaves his hot temper by his shoes neatly by the door, now ajar, open to a world well known to her that could offer support whenever his arm rises up into the air should she need to make his tyranny known… Continue reading Barefoot, or: Naked Truth

Frantic whispers screaming stop, or: …

A 'Magnetic Poem' tanka Wanna try? Click here. why elaborate? frantic whispers screaming stop we like want need our picture of a peachy life as he beats her bloody raw Notes This poem was inspired by The Paltry Sum's blog post: 'Marriage is Murder';For this poem, I decided to make use of the 'Original Set'… Continue reading Frantic whispers screaming stop, or: …