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

School WhatsApp groups: fathers not wanted?

A haibun Last week, my wife was added to a Whatsapp group called 'Welcome to first grade', but I was not. I should not have been surprised, I suppose, because just two years ago, when our daughter was entering her preschool-kindergarten program, this same thing happened. Of course, I admit that I was not particularly… Continue reading School WhatsApp groups: fathers not wanted?