A haibun In Israel, as of last week, the mask requirement has been lifted, even indoors. Israelis are now entirely free to walk around in malls and supermarkets. And, of course, my little sunshine was thrilled to return to her beloved Gymboree at the mall next to her kindergarten. She's always been much more active… Continue reading Indoors, or: Sunshine
14 months of blogging Friends, I am going to keep this short, in haibun form. Further words won't convey my appreciation for you any more effectively. Thank you. In the last 14 months, I have learned so much from our shared community ~ not only about poetry and other forms of creative writing, but also… Continue reading 3,000 – Thank You!
A haibun Since beginning my journey towards living a traditionally observant Jewish life more than two decades ago, I've become very sensitive to the moon's phases, for Jewish holidays are celebrated according to their Hebrew calendar dates; and every new moon marks the start of a Hebrew month. We have three Jewish pilgrimage festivals, during… Continue reading Humble homes, or: Holy Temple
Jerusalem, Israel We live in Jerusalem, our apartment at an intersection on a major thoroughfare, the central north-south artery running through the city center. This is convenient for a family with no vehicle; a bus stop rests just outside our window, making the Jerusalem downtown readily accessible. As you can well imagine, we constantly hear… Continue reading Momentary heartbeats, or: Silence
A haibun Nearly twenty years ago when I was in my mid-twenties, I drove to the District of Columbia from my parents' home in New Jersey to meet an online friend of mine in person. This was during the famed National Cherry Blossom Festival, and we walked about together, chatting outside under the hot spring… Continue reading Pink, or: Ultraviolet
My response to d’Verse’s prompt for Haibun Monday: ‘Walk with me down Memory Lane’ I have poor long-term memory, but an amusing recollection came to me as I was perusing my limited memory banks for this exercise. Between the ages of 1½- and 3-years-old, I lived in Columbus, OH, while my father was a visiting professor at Ohio… Continue reading Mailwoman, or: Policewoman
Today marks the Jewish holiday of Purim, one major theme of which is the Hebrew phrase 'nahafokh hu' (נַהֲפוֹךְ הוּא), which, loosely translated, means 'it was turned to the contrary'. This comes to us from a particular verse in the Book of Esther (9:1): וּבִשְׁנֵים עָשָׂר חֹדֶשׁ הוּא-חֹדֶשׁ אֲדָר, בִּשְׁלוֹשָׁה עָשָׂר יוֹם בּוֹ, אֲשֶׁר הִגִּיעַ… Continue reading Sea, or: Sky