An American sentence: Two brothers living across the globe rejoice at landing their dream jobs. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt… Continue reading Oceans apart, or: Together
Poetry Partners #89 A poem by Christine Bialczak of 'Stine Writing and Miniatures' Happy to know that life has my back even when sorrow has given me slack I swim in the glory of water outside The colors and feelings are the mood of inside. Nothing to bother me, no problems here Loved ones, my… Continue reading All that’s for me, or: For myself
Sorry, WP Friends I've been feeling guilty of late because, for the past two weeks, I've been struggling to find the time to comment on all of my WP friends' blogs. Two weeks ago was when I began my new job at The Jewish Agency for Israel (JAFI). Like many Israelis, I have more than… Continue reading Warm, welcoming work culture
A haibun I am not prone to extreme emotions, tending to be fairly even-keeled, although I must confess to the occasional outburst of frustration. Rarely do I experience what I would call joy, which I perceive as a very powerful emotion, related to but distinct from happiness and contentment. Joy, for me, comes at moments… Continue reading Controlled temperature, or: Swimming pool
My 1st Garland Cinquain grass grows sways and rustles around the apple tree unripe fallen fruits lie about summer picnic blankets over fertile earth and pebbles families spend time together such fun laughter peals across lush gentle, rolling meadows children of all sizes cavort with joy bunnies bound playfully like dolphin calves over miles of… Continue reading Bunnies bound, or: Feather floats
An Abhanga following her birthday young, joyous memories bounce at her Gymboree never to age her purple sequin dress amidst giggles and shouts left no possible doubts whose special day Abhanga? We write Abhanga in any number of 4-line stanzas with 6-6-6-4 syllables each. L2 and L3 rhyme. The end rhyme scheme is abbc. #TankaTuesday… Continue reading Purple sequins, or: Joyous memories
A haibun Next week, our 7-year-old daughter will have her first birthday party. We have, of course, celebrated her birthday at home every year, and she always gets more gifts from her parents and grandparents than she knows what to do with. However, this will be the first time that she'll ever have had a… Continue reading Winter, or: Spring
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?