Memories free in verse I remember entire apples consumed, only stems remained to be thrown away I remember wet crunching sounds even as I was still cutting mine into slices I spread thick peanut butter, too much of, it on apples, as he did, but his used to be spread upon the skin; then all… Continue reading Stars, or: Cyanide
http://cut-the-knot.org/ ~ Not for sale In 1996, Papa launched his pioneering mathematics website, and, from the very beginning, he refused to put any advertisements on it that he did not explicitly approve of. He also refused to sell his massive site and cede control of its direction, even though he received lucrative offers to do… Continue reading Not for sale(?)
Nearing my blogoversary Two days ago, I got together with a friend of mine, whom I hadn't seen in many months because of the multiple COVID-19 lockdowns that we've gone through here in Israel. He and I became particularly close the year before last when we took a Talmud class together in the evenings. Last… Continue reading Blogging time commitment ~ worth it?
Sevenling (Units of thought) My 2nd sevenling Units of thought would seem to be unknowable; perhaps my most basic intent is conveyed in... images, or... words, or... sounds...? What is necessary, at minimum, to understand me? What content do my screams carry? Or this gritted 'Fffffuuh' sound I make? Or seven tortured lines? The force of… Continue reading Images, words, or: Sounds perhaps?
I miss Papa. Pesach is the holiday that most reminds me of him. Beyond images of my father at our family seders, I most vividly recall the taste and texture his matzah brei, which I continue to prepare myself and enjoy annually at home (salted this year with my tears).- Me, 'The Skeptic's Kaddish' #41,… Continue reading Salted with my tears (Matzah Brie recipe)
'Edges and Fringes' – a d’Verse poetics prompt (best viewed on a horizontal screen) Papa, can you visit us from the unknowable beyond to hearten us, for we miss you so and grief’s jagged edges cut us even as the edges of mortal life are clear to us remaining, as we do, on this side… Continue reading Jagged, or: Tender