Jews, or: Tattoos

A triolet Had I not been born a Jew ~ Prob'ly wouldn't have become one. P'raps I'd have gotten some tattoo,[1] Had I not been born a Jew... Or... more than one! P'raps a few... Though... hard to get tat ink undone... Had I not been born a Jew ~ Prob'ly wouldn't have become one.… Continue reading Jews, or: Tattoos

Shabbat, or: Shalom

A dribble Candles are lit; fingers produce no more writing, even as mind continues churning, even as fingers tap to the heart's rhythm. The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from the micro-fiction form… Continue reading Shabbat, or: Shalom

Minutes, or: Mean it

A dribble The minutes before Shabbat are intense when writing \\ poetry. Will the final \\ product satisfy me? I \\ must leave it regardless. The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from the… Continue reading Minutes, or: Mean it

The Sabbath, or: Shabbat

A palinode to: 'Shabbat, or: The Sabbath' Fuck that noise; Sabbath law annoys girls and boys who want toys; They're denied their simple joys; Onus ~ faith destroys d'Verse prompt: Write a palinode A palinode or palinody is an ode or song that retracts or recants a view or sentiment to what the poet wrote in… Continue reading The Sabbath, or: Shabbat

The old rabbi, or: The apikoros

A dorky Jewish limerick When an apikoros broke Shabbat, The old rabbi just sighed, "Oy, mein Gott! If you think it's alright To switch on the light... Well... it would seem I forgot the crock-pot!" A quick explanation There are many religious restrictions associated with Shabbat (the Sabbath) in traditional Judaism, including not using electricity… Continue reading The old rabbi, or: The apikoros

Shabbat, or: The Sabbath

My 2nd Shadorma She draws me; Jews' age-old decree; Through her we are set free for our holy day weekly ~ we simply can be I was recently exposed to the shadorma form of poetry by Kerfe and Lauren. As always, I had to give it a go... this is definitely one of those short… Continue reading Shabbat, or: The Sabbath

Delicious, or: Unkosher

Sevenling (I drank) A d'Verse quadrille I drank an expensive bottle of red wine from Moldova. It was subtle; smooth; unkosher. Kosher wines must be produced exclusively by Sabbath-observant Jews; open bottles are rendered unkosher if even touched by gentiles; this feels to me like racism. Such delicious wine. d'Verse The above sevenling is my… Continue reading Delicious, or: Unkosher