Our welcoming school community

Now that the Jewish High Holy Days (Rosh HaShanah, Yom Kippur, etc.) are over, the school year is in full swing in Israel. Happily, our daughter's first grade teacher, who had been sick with COVID and was absent at the beginning of the school year, is back in the classroom. To a large extent, we… Continue reading Our welcoming school community

Be for, or: Before

My 2nd Alouette Oft, I underrate My own some-day fate... Feeling I'm here for my child, Hoping to bequeath Firm blade for her sheath, Of many insights compiled. I'm mostly of thoughts And abandoned soughts, Verses my greatest pleasure. I pen ever more, Hoping that before End, she's sure of her measure. The Alouette This… Continue reading Be for, or: Before

My daughter’s English

I'm totally boasting My daughter now reads pages of Pippi Longstocking in English (which my amazing mother brought her from the USA) that I have not yet read to her. And when I read to her from this book, she likes to take over and read parts of it herself - parts that she is… Continue reading My daughter’s English

Sweet, sweet, or: Silence

A kyrielle I drop her off and collect her; Daily, you can see us walking; For me, all those walks are a blur... My child is constantly talking! I have given up on thinking; Her voice my every thought's blocking; Feels like waking after drinking... My child is constantly talking! I love her more than… Continue reading Sweet, sweet, or: Silence

Poet, or: Daddy

An American sentence Better poet than father, deftly, I articulate my self-doubt. 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 Poet, or: Daddy

As more die, or: As we did once

My 1st kasa (or gasa) I feel guilty. People live in terror, scared of COVID, wearing face masks. Pandemic, corona; bodies pile up. Numbers don't lie, as more die every day. But I'm just one man with a child; and I want her to thrive, grow up carefree, attend first grade. Normalcy is today's ~… Continue reading As more die, or: As we did once

Twitter poetry 2021: Week 29

My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, I posted a series of naanis, which are only 4 lines and no more than 25 syllables long. For reasons I cannot identify, I was inspired to write this week's series about my six-year-old daughter... maybe… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 29

Precious, or: Born again human

Sevenling (I am gifting) I am gifting her with an incredible fluency in English, which will open countless doors for her; the open-mindedness to brave the complexity of truth; and my undying love to ground her. Every day, she continues to gift me her endless, adoring love, which I live for; a purpose in this… Continue reading Precious, or: Born again human