Nortul lernapog deen, or: Ov iddage

My 1st Rimas Dissolutas Imagine words bypassed your brain like a foreign language, their sounds pounding upon your heart. Pretend you've no idea what I mean; or maybe you don't have to. Could I convey pleasure and pain; make you feel the crushing weight of my baggage; paint words upon the page like art, transfix… Continue reading Nortul lernapog deen, or: Ov iddage

The case of the stiff fingers

Papa's fingers Papa was supposed to visit us in August of 2018, but his unexpected death came that July, just before his intended visit to Israel. I last saw him in person in the summer of 2017. One of the last memories I have of Papa is him showing me his right hand. He bent… Continue reading The case of the stiff fingers

Sign, or: Delivery

My 1st Cleave poem there’s no rhyme to what poets write and what poets experience how they are understood when they are read by critics picking their fantasies apart / from from stacks of books delivered by publishers, not knowing the rhythms of their hearts them and their little birds fluttering so vulnerably yearning hoping… Continue reading Sign, or: Delivery

Everywhere, or Nowhere

My 2nd 'Bridges' poem Some hold all is poetry, see it in the sun, In trees, leaves, grasses, animals, as children run - In life's allure; In love, pain, birth, sorrow, beauty, holiness, death - Even as they sustain this poet's breath - It's something more. Rules for 'The Bridges' Stanzaic, written in any number… Continue reading Everywhere, or Nowhere

Writing, or: The wall

My 1st Minute Poem I wish I could express my thoughts, Twisted in knots, Too tightly wound, Can't find the sounds. Even words written defy me, Hiding shyly From angsty dreams, From muffled screams Even when lines and verses flow I always know they all fall short - my truth distort Minute Poetry The Minute… Continue reading Writing, or: The wall

The courage to be vulnerable…

Daring greatly means the courage to be vulnerable. It means to show up and be seen. To ask for what you need. To talk about how you’re feeling. To have the hard conversations.-Brené Brown (b. 1965) P.S. As always, I’m offline for 25 hours for Shabbat, which runs from sunset every Friday to sunset on Saturday. I… Continue reading The courage to be vulnerable…

Essence, or: Nonsense

An American sentence If you feel annoyed or amused at this sentence, it's a good poem. 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… Continue reading Essence, or: Nonsense

CAPS LOCK, or: Roar

My 2nd elfchen Roar Expresses forcefully Often squelched internally CAPITAL LETTERS NO SUBSTITUTE Pain Elfchen Row Words Content 1 1 A thought, an object, a color, a smell or the like 2 2 What does the word from the first row do? 3 3 Where or how is the word of row 1? 4 4… Continue reading CAPS LOCK, or: Roar