Jerusalem morn, or: Mourn

A series of chain verse haiku Jerusalem morn mourners to be cannot know no normal morn this this rough desert plant planted bombs hidden by leaves leave many wounded dead innocent child child lost to destroyed mother there at the bus stop Terrorist bombing in Jerusalem This morning, 16-year-old Aryeh Shechopek, a Canadian Israeli, was… Continue reading Jerusalem morn, or: Mourn

W3 Prompt #30: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

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 respond… Continue reading W3 Prompt #30: Weaโ€™ve Written Weekly

Seas, or: Sees

"When does winter begin?" my seven-year-old asks me this evening. "Well," I smile, "technically, it starts in December, which is just around the corner." Funny thing is, she already knows this - but she likes to talk just for the sake of talking; and she likes to get others talking too. The on-again-off-again rains in… Continue reading Seas, or: Sees

Online, or: Oncologist

A haibun A WordPress friend informed me last night that she has been diagnosed with ovarian cancer, which has spread. Her oncologist will give her a surgery date on Tuesday. Subsequent treatment (chemo, radiation, etc.) will be determined after the surgery. She is in a state of fear and disbelief, and as she wrote to… Continue reading Online, or: Oncologist

Clarity, or: Convergence

A haibun My Papa died over four years ago; and I wrote a very public series of blog posts on The Times of Israel during my traditional year-long recitation of the "Mourner's Kaddish" in his honor, as is noted on Papa's Wikipedia page. The Skeptic's Kaddish blog, which you are now visiting, was born of… Continue reading Clarity, or: Convergence

Soup smells, or: October skylight

A haibun soup smells circulate steamy October skylight clouds obscure crescent My seven-year-old daughter is not inherently opposed to healthy food, but there exists a very small subset of healthy foods that she is willing to eat without creating a fuss. One is a salmon vegetable soup that my wife makes, which leaves our daughter… Continue reading Soup smells, or: October skylight

Intro, or: Retrospective

A haibun The Jewish New Year always comes in the autumn. I've always taken this for granted; but, this year, this month, this week, today, suddenly, it strikes me that this is counterintuitive. Spring is the season of growth and rebirth, is it not, whereas autumn leads to deadness? Lightning hits; air crackles; a thought… Continue reading Intro, or: Retrospective

Roses, or: Moses’ toeses

A haibun Yesterday my wife and I marked our eleventh anniversary. Hooray! I sent her roses for the occasion and ordered in from a fancy cafรฉ. After dinner, our seven-year-old very enthusiastically ran an art activity, instructing us to draw pictures for other family members. She's totally into celebrating our anniversary ~ we've taught her… Continue reading Roses, or: Moses’ toeses