A haibun Last week, unexpectedly, I had the privilege of participating in a two-day public speaking training. The workshop was intended for a limited number of fundraising employees who directly interact with donors, which definitely does not include the writing team. However, as one of my colleagues was unable to participate due to unfortunate health… Continue reading Opportunity, or: Onus
A haibun The pale, glowing semicircle in the Jerusalem night sky represents the first quarter of the Hebrew month of Adar, traditionally the month of increased joy. It signals that the Jewish holiday of Purim is just around the corner... one week away, in fact, when the moon will be full to bursting with elation.… Continue reading Beaming, or: Moony
A Haibun For me, now has already happened, but you are only reading about it now. With my every word, which, from my perspective, I've already written, the present me moves further into the past, until I lose all sight of the person whom I'd been when I first began writing these words. I feel… Continue reading Fairly unfamiliar, or: Gibberish up above
'Useless! Useless!' ~ a haiku by Jack Kerouac Useless! Useless! —heavy rain driving into the sea A 'Golden Shovel' of 'Useless! Useless!' It's- useless I'm just- useless Mind so damnably heavy Thoughts washed away in a rain Of devastating doubts driving Me directly downwards into The darkest depths of the Wintry wordless sea 'Golden Shovel'?… Continue reading Just a shell, or: The sea
Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants read… Continue reading W3 Prompt #41: Wea’ve Written Weekly
Eisenmenger syndrome is caused by a congenital heart defect. If the defect is identified before it causes significant pulmonary hypertension, it can be repaired through surgery, preventing the disease. Otherwise, a heart–lung transplant is the only curative option. My friend died at the age of 28 from Eisenmenger syndrome. She was born in Soviet Ukraine… Continue reading Winter’s waters, or: Windshield wipers
Poetry Partners #160 'Magical', a haiku by WickedLizzie of 'Essays From the Edge of Existence' Moonlight on the lake Softly shimmers, casts a spell Nature's magic glow Essays From the Edge of Existence: https://wickedlizzie.wordpress.com/ A tanka by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ moonlight on the lake softly shimmers, casts a spell nature's magic glow… Continue reading Shimmers, or: Ripples
Poetry Partners #157 'Darkness', a haiku by WickedLizzie of 'Essays From the Edge of Existence' The night falls, darkness Silent, still, and full of mystery A time for dreams. Essays From the Edge of Existence: https://wickedlizzie.wordpress.com/ A tanka by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’ the night falls, darkness silent, still, and full of mystery… Continue reading Darkness, or: Fade away
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