A sijo Personalities don't change with age; we learn to hide our crazy. Enthusiastic and excited every single time, the world and I both roll our eyes and take me with a pinch of salt. 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #11 Ronovan encourages poets to use the word 'excitement' as their inspiration, as either… Continue reading Roll, or: Eyes
Reasons for global immigration Push factors Push factors are reasons that compel or push people to leave the area of where they reside and settle someplace else. Common factors can include armed conflict, disaster exposure, gender inequality, lack of job opportunities, political corruption, and lack of access to competent healthcare and education. In simple terms,… Continue reading The young age of forty-two
W3 ~ Wea've Written Weekly Friends, not so long ago, when we were marking 5,000 subscribers at The Skeptic's Kaddish, I mentioned that I would be launching a new poetry prompt. I had intended to launch it at the beginning of April, but life got in the way... So, as of now, I am planning… Continue reading Wea’ve Written Weekly – a poetry prompt!
A big step forward After seven-and-a-half years of working in communications for an NGO that advocates for religious freedom in Israel, I've accepted a grant writing position with the Jewish Agency for Israel (JAFI); my official start date is Sunday, May 8th. Change is never easy, of course, and I am incredibly fond of my… Continue reading I got a new job!
An Abhanga following her birthday young, joyous memories bounce at her Gymboree never to age her purple sequin dress amidst giggles and shouts left no possible doubts whose special day Abhanga? We write Abhanga in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. #TankaTuesday… Continue reading Purple sequins, or: Joyous memories
Poets on vacation? So, apparently the d'Verse Poets Pub goes on vacation twice annually - both in the summer and in the winter... meaning - there won't be any poetry prompts until 2022. Last time, during summer break, I was in the midst of working towards my goal of completing a series of 365 poems… Continue reading d’Verse on break: Poetry Partners
I. There was a gully behind... So we called it, anyway, although... the house that I grew up in; actually, it might not have been. It was hidden by the trees at the back... Looking back, I never questioned what... of my backyard, past the leaves of poison ivy; the kids called it; I adopted… Continue reading The gully, or: Machete
My 1st Lai She has a playdate with her new classmate today. Her excitement's great; the skip in her gait conveys her overjoyed state. Adventures await - Hooray! Their teacher is wise and good sense applies in class. Seating plan devised, sixty anxious eyes, en masse, up to hers did rise, but her poise defies… Continue reading Roots, or: Wings