White light, or: Refracted

A haibun Things have really been looking up of late. I've settled comfortably into my new work schedule, although getting myself to my second job in the evenings is rather a drag, as I'm spending more hours than ever before at the office during the day. I hope life continues going in this direction. My… Continue reading White light, or: Refracted

Fresh rivulets flow, or: Summertime shower

A haibun Whenever my seven-year-old daughter complains that it's hot in the summer, I like to remind her that Jerusalem is a desert city. "Welcome to the desert," I wink. Personally, I usually don't bother complaining, but I still catch myself kvetching about the heat on occasion. Yesterday, trudging through the afternoon sun from her… Continue reading Fresh rivulets flow, or: Summertime shower

Ablaze in embarrassment, or: Lesson learned

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

Breeze flutters shadows, or: Before nightfall

A haibun I exit in the early evening; and my city is aglow in warm sunlight. I smile. Most of the time, I don't hold any particular appreciation for the sun; Middle Eastern summers are uncomfortable. Still, leaving the office before daylight has faded... bright bus stop breeze flutters shadows sun lazes dโ€™Verse Haibun Monday:… Continue reading Breeze flutters shadows, or: Before nightfall

Morning fog, or: Life insurance

A haibun My new job at The Jewish Agency comes with lots of perks. When I was first offered the position, I was excited about having long-term job security; writing for a living; and working for a major Jewish organization that I'd long had an affinity for (my wife and I met in 2010 as… Continue reading Morning fog, or: Life insurance

No man, or: Eucalyptus

A haibun 'No man is an island' must be one of the most well-known clichรฉs in the book. I mean, sure, it's fundamentally true in a technical sense - almost no person on Earth is entirely self-sufficient when it comes to the food (s)he eats or the clothing (s)he wears. But something so resoundingly self-evident… Continue reading No man, or: Eucalyptus

Humans, or: Statistics

A haibun Click for full size Look, I don't identify as politically liberal or politically progressive. I'm very much a centrist and interested in understanding all sides of political arguments. Not only that, but I tend to support high levels of personal freedom. So, I'm totally open to having a guns rights activist explain this… Continue reading Humans, or: Statistics