Fiction, or: Fact

A Crystalline My daughter was three-and-a-half when Papa unexpectedly died. She had no concept of death then; by four-and-a-half, she did... a bit. "Is it right that my grandfather died?" She asked once, on the way to shul. I had been reciting kaddish for Papa every day for a year. All those months, I'd tried… Continue reading Fiction, or: Fact

Like father, or: Son

A Cleave poem I fell in love with the city of my birth, but my deep commitment to family could not provide support enough to get me through that period of those difficult days that most required it because I was alone. so, I sucked it up, as was my father’s way, which he would… Continue reading Like father, or: Son

‘b’, or: ‘d’

My 1st blank verse Iowa City, Iowa; I still remember snippets of those childhood days; the tree in our front yard that I would climb getting sawed down to a stump for no good reason; living across the street from my school: Ernest Horn Elementary School, where my mother took me to learn to ride… Continue reading ‘b’, or: ‘d’

The circle, or: Life

My 2nd double etheree glar- ing light; screaming; sus- tenance; voices, faces; crawling; walk- ing unsteadily; run- ning to school; letters; numbers; teachers; friends; innocence; flower- ing; attraction; awkwardness; coming of age; professors; pressure; majors, min- ors; sex; love; commitment; graduation; apartment; interviews; paychecks; en- gagement; bickering; paying bills; marriage; family; loss; birth; children; parenting;… Continue reading The circle, or: Life

The gully, or: Machete

I. There was a gully behind... So we called it, anyway, although... the house that I grew up in; actually, it might not have been. It was hidden by the trees at the back... Looking back, I never questioned what... of my backyard, past the leaves of poison ivy; the kids called it; I adopted… Continue reading The gully, or: Machete

Six going on… sixteen?

My wife flew abroad for work this week so I was on full-time parents duty (as I sit here writing this, I feel particularly exhausted). She left on Sunday afternoon, and she's finally back home, as of an hour or so ago (in time for Shabbat, the Jewish Sabbath, which begins at sunset on Friday).… Continue reading Six going on… sixteen?