An American sentence: Jews wouldn't exist without faith, regardless of whether God exists. 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 felt that removing… Continue reading Straight, or: Forward
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person spontaneously began writing verses back and forth to one another over the Internet. Their first poetry project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their oeuvre, the two decided to continue their creative… Continue reading The Sijo, or: Form verses creativity
An American sentence: Synagogue services make me out a liar, as does staying home. 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 felt that… Continue reading Synagogue services, or: Staying home
Poetry Partners Writing creatively online is lovely, an entirely different experience than writing privately for one's self. There is, of course, the encouraging and helpful feedback we receive from fellow writers online, as well as the inspiration and exposure to new concepts we derive from reading their works. These are priceless. Beyond these benefits, I… Continue reading No good response to ‘faith’ poetry
An American sentence: I've only found religion in parenthood and penning poetry. 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 felt that removing the… Continue reading Literature, or: Liturgy, or:
Poetry Partners #33 A poem by trE of 'A Cornered Gurl' the depth of love carries a torch of light it ushers in the kindness we need and lures fighters whose intentions are bright the heart a source not of stinginess or greed we long for understanding in this world our chances of finding it… Continue reading Holding on, or: Letting go
Your little face Might just be proof for me of God's good grace You utterly bewitch me Your fancies so enrich me I want to be Your Abba'chka... How can I assure you That there's a God Though I s'pose you do not need it You naturally believe it... Holier than me My Dear Baby… Continue reading Holier, or: Fragile
d’Verse prosery My health hasn't suffered for the many puncture wounds dealt to my religious dogma, Rabbi. I am bombarded, yet I stand, and that's precisely the point, can't you understand? Assailed by doubts, awash in religious transgressions, adrift from my old synagogue community; yet I remain standing, even thriving! In fact, I'm happier than… Continue reading Sneaking away from the yeshiva
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
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