Bell out across the ripples, or: Whether life’s a dream

A Choka colors of sunrise bell out across the ripples boundless reflections unbound possibilities selves observe themselves through reality's membrane between above and below flickers of visions turn perceptions on their heads bodies wake come morn with many left uncertain as to whether life's a dream Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the Choka,… Continue reading Bell out across the ripples, or: Whether life’s a dream

Car crash, or: Sea Monster

A pantoum Car crashed sailing along dreamway Wheels spun around through misty breeze Hark! He heard panicked krill swarms say Ducking, dropped down to hands and knees Wheels spun around through misty breeze Whipped drops of water slapped his face Ducking, dropped down to hands and knees Wreckage, much needed hiding place Whipped drops of… Continue reading Car crash, or: Sea Monster

Two horses, or: Nightmares

Poetry Partners #111 'Am I dreaming?', a poem by Benjamin Nambu of 'Wealthy and ambitious entrepeneurs network' Two horses charge through a misty forest unto a dusty road As if pursued by an invisible being As if racing to the end of the world Reminds me of something I could no longer remember Like a… Continue reading Two horses, or: Nightmares

Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass

Poetry Partners #108 'No Longer', a poem by Aishwarya Kannan of 'Timelessly' In the midst of an afternoon slumber Scribbling along the walls Hoping that it would last longer I don’t know why it ended But the dream was all I had ephemeral, but so close If only he could also be sad To know… Continue reading Rusted afternoons, or: Bloodstained glass

Strumming duvet chords, or: Pounding drums of war

Poetry Partners #105 'Sleep's Oasis', a shadorma by Suzette Benjamin of 'Suzette B's Blog' sleep's oasis strumming duvet chords eyelids quiver, their arrows looting rem from dreams sonorous shofar Suzette B's Blog: https://suzetteb.home.blog/ A shadorma by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ chambers pulse pounding drums of war nightmare leaps tramples down bedridden by dark… Continue reading Strumming duvet chords, or: Pounding drums of war

The Dodoitsu, or: Creativity verses form

Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Dodoitsu, or: Creativity verses form

Blank stare, or: Unmade choices

A piece of Tanka Prose supine form in bed motionless, but for deep breaths eyelids flutter rapidly unmade choices lived again blank stare up at white ceiling I don’t take care of myself very well. My sleep schedule is ridiculously inconsistent; some nights I only sleep three hours; other nights, I may sleep for ten.… Continue reading Blank stare, or: Unmade choices

Jewish communal professional

My co-worker was a rabbi By tremendous coincidence, one of my co-workers at The Jewish Agency for Israel was a rabbi who served at one of my hometown (East Brunswick, NJ) synagogues for six years. He is approximately my age. I mention this because it goes back to my once-dream of becoming a rabbi, which… Continue reading Jewish communal professional