Mine, or: Not?

A haibun Despite the fact that both of my parents were raised in the USSR, celebrating Novy God, the secular New Year holiday, which remains popular in all post-Soviet states to this day, they abandoned it forever upon moving to Israel in the mid-70's. When I was growing up in the USA, we only celebrated… Continue reading Mine, or: Not?

Granted, or: Gifted

A haibun There's no getting around it. Really, it's quite annoying that the object of my greatest gratitude is so self-evident to me. How can I pen a clever poem on a response that's so banal? I am thankful for the well-being of my 6¾-year-old daughter. She is healthy, smart, sweet, sensitive, and, most importantly,… Continue reading Granted, or: Gifted

Silence, or: The lambs

A haibun I can't recall ever being afraid of death, although my father's death led me to reflect deeply upon death's effects upon the yet living. Still, as uncomfortable as that line of thinking is, it leaves me tearful rather than fearful. Papa's death has also led me to think a lot about suffering. He… Continue reading Silence, or: The lambs

From above, or: What lies beneath

A Quadrille In the form of a Haibun I found myself tempted to compose a prose poem about the nearly immutable nature of stone. However, my mind wriggled, squirming away from me. Shield limpets, keel worms, snails and other creatures captured my imagination. only lift the rocks to uncover teeming life changelessness belied d’Verse Quadrille… Continue reading From above, or: What lies beneath

Floating, or: Flying

A Haibun I have writer's block, in the sense that all I want to do most days is write; sometimes, it gets in the way of (/blocks me from) being fully present in my life. The composition of poetry is a defining aspect of my every day; it has become impossible for me to conceive… Continue reading Floating, or: Flying

Tidbits of our Sukkot

Two days up north This week, we took the train up to the city of Akko for an annual festival, which we last went to seven years ago - before our daughter was born. Since it takes several hours to get there, we rented an apartment for the night... Otherwise, we would have had to… Continue reading Tidbits of our Sukkot

Drop, or: Fall

A haibun My only child is entering first grade on September 1st... That's the day after tomorrow. I have written before about my anxiety regarding whether or not the Israeli government will allow our children to return to school this year after a year-and-a-half of various lockdowns and quarantines... More than anything, I want her… Continue reading Drop, or: Fall

Elul, or: August

A haibun The Hebrew calendar is lunar, rather than solar like the Gregorian calendar, which is used throughout most of the world. However, unlike the lunar Muslim calendar, the Hebrew calendar includes leap years, making Jewish holidays seasonal. Passover, for example, is always in the Spring; Chanukah is always in the Winter. The exact dates… Continue reading Elul, or: August