Poetry Partners #146 'In twilight, Dawn?', a poem by Rayla of 'Innerdialects' Yeah 'm tired show me how to switch off the stars shut down a moon - slipping in my shutters; why d'you hunt me midnight Sun; who'm I to Your maddening pursuit of human aloneness: this morning I woke to You in the… Continue reading In twilight, or: Bewildered
Poetry Partners #143 A poem by Kevin L. Perrin of 'Penultimate' For the first time, frustration halts the pen. Above my blind, the duckless sky laughs at my shotgun, my eager eye. I row the page home, empty and white- then write about finding insight in sight. Kevin L. Perrin: https://kevinperrin.wordpress.com/ An abhanga by ben… Continue reading Pen, or: Quill
A Choka festive holiday Jews dance with the Torah scroll I stand to the side when I attend on my own else remain at home some literally kiss the scroll blissful faces shine concentric circles of Jews expressions of love how to encourage my child to love traditions I find alienating ancient traditions tie our… Continue reading The happiness of the Torah, or: Feh!
The one voting issue Israelis will go to the polls on November 1st for the fifth time in ~3.5 years. I won't rehash our recent electoral history, other than to say that this insanity of going to vote over and over again revolves entirely around one individual: former Prime Minister Benjamin "Bibi" Netanyahu. Putting aside… Continue reading Anti-Netanyahu voting strategy
EPIGRAPH: Doubt is the origin of wisdom. -René Descartes (1596 – 1650) An 'Emmett' poem I doubt enough for all; Doubt tints the lens through which I look; Enough crushing disappointments - that is all it took. For, really, how often can one smash up against a wall? All my silly childhood fantasies, I long… Continue reading Red, or: Blue pill
An American sentence: Squinting, a slender girl stops searching the murky sea for her glasses. 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 Foreseen, or: Farsighted
A haibun Cheeks ablaze in embarrassment, I stare at the computer screen in the privacy of my office. The email I'm reading does not contain all of the information necessary for me to complete my report, and it's my fault because I forgot to ask one particularly pivotal question of our representative in the field.… Continue reading Ablaze in embarrassment, or: Lesson learned