Starboard, or: Gunwale

Poetry Partners #135 'Falling Stars', a poem by Malalai Khan of 'Malalai Noor Khan' While all the world is asleep And I too close my eyes, My inner ones open To gaze at the soulful skies. The night ocean glimmers Upon the starry shores, A whole place for me To roam and explore. The darkness… Continue reading Starboard, or: Gunwale

Leotard, or: Pants

An American sentence: Unversed in girls' clothes, I pulled the leotard over my daughter's pants. 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… Continue reading Leotard, or: Pants

Entering second grade

And, just like that, my seven-year-old entered second grade today. My regular readers will recall that my wife and I were particularly nervous last year about her beginning first grade because she was one of three "new kids" in a class of thirty. The majority of the children in her class had been in preschool… Continue reading Entering second grade

Thoughts on an antisemitic children’s author

There is a trait in the Jewish character that does provoke animosity, maybe it’s a kind of lack of generosity towards non-Jews. I mean, there’s always a reason why anti-anything crops up anywhere; even a stinker like Hitler didn’t just pick on them for no reason. I mean, if you and I were in a… Continue reading Thoughts on an antisemitic children’s author

My otherworldly verse zone

d’Verse prosery My cleverest limericks take me significant effort to write; and I'm never satisfied with the results. Once I've produced one, I read through it again multiple times, endlessly tweaking the lines' wordings and syllable counts. And I certainly can't think through potential word choices or hear the music of my inchoate verses if… Continue reading My otherworldly verse zone

Glass, or: Pearls

Poetry Partners #114 'She is like glass' (for my daughter), a poem by Sean Mathews of 'seanmathews.blog' She is like glass I see through her Tough and fragile Transparent daughter When we touch Strong and slim Like porcelain Of silk smooth skin And she shines Bright as day Prism of life’s Vital ray A glowing… Continue reading Glass, or: Pearls

Full of hope, or: Full of her

Poetry Partners #104 'Infertility', a poem by Eileen Backman of 'EmybackArt' I pray for you every night it seems, but you’ve been slow to answer. You, a tiny little speck of life, that will grow and kick and laugh and cry and change my life forever. You have a name already, but I dare not… Continue reading Full of hope, or: Full of her