A sijo Gleaming through the color of night, A burst pierces dark heavens; On battlefield Earth, humans war, Swept away by fears and greeds; Ruptured, dying, the planet whispers: I... I know who killed me. Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46… Continue reading Worst enemy, or: Mostly harmless
My personal perspective on Eastern Europe For most of my life I don't want to overgeneralize so let's be clear that I only represent myself - one individual descendent of Jews from Eastern Europe (i.e. Ashkenazim). My parents grew up in the USSR, as did my grandparents, and all of my ancestors, according to genetics… Continue reading Binging on Russia-Ukraine War information
A shadorma I'd settle for my daughter's self- confidence; happiness; health; heart; humor; humanity; her forging her fate... #TankaTuesday This shadorma was written for Colleen Chesebro's prompt to write a syllabic poem on Anita Dawes' theme of "What You Wish For".
The desolated houses were all variations of the same story; those that had weathered the bombings had been abandoned to the elements many years ago. Pealing paint, rusted kitchen appliances, splintered chairs and couches, tattered silk cushions… Humanity hadn't heeded its prophets. Burdie sighed as she adjusted her worn gas mask and checked her remaining… Continue reading Humanity hadn’t heeded
Sevenling (At twenty) At twenty, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life; at thirty, I was excited to pursue my dreams; at forty, I felt broken. At twenty, I was studying engineering in college; at thirty, I was studying Torah in Israel; at forty, I studied my belly button. Fifty?… Continue reading Just a number? or: Late to my party
Poetry Partners #60 A micropoem by Ash Evan Lippert of 'Wanderstruck' no more battles over this blooming hillside gusts of color Ash Evan Lippert: https://wanderstruckreverie.wordpress.com/ A Cleave poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ no more battles, for one shared futureover this blooming hillsideflows with fragrant, floweringgusts of color~ petals of promise
The weathered old man sauntered slowly, painfully, as the kitten peered through the cracked window. He pushed open the rickety door, approaching the creature with a wry grin. "I'm dying, Sparky; I can tell... So goes the last human!" ... "I wonder… Could you water the roses after I'm gone, little friend?" Photo by Josephine This… Continue reading Could you water the roses for me
My 2nd Terzanelle Replacement parts ever lacking ~ Only nothing lasts forever Replacement parts ever lacking Maintain each piston, cog, lever Appreciation is the key ~ Only nothing lasts forever Embrace of limitations frees Forge forth for futures to follow Appreciation is the key Being fully is not hollow Now's full of opportunity Forge forth… Continue reading Replacement parts, or: Truth-driven
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