Morning, or: One ray of quiet sunshine

My 1st Arkquain Swirl EPIGRAPH: Perhaps I will become a ray of sunshine, to be embraced by your colours. I will paint myself on your canvas.-Amrita Pritam (1919 โ€“ 2005) I've become one ray of quiet sunshine Hoary and modern histories of Jerusalem refract me like precious gems beneath sandaled feet I paint myself on… Continue reading Morning, or: One ray of quiet sunshine

Plastic, or: Fantastic

A haibun It's the little things. The new set of chairs that replaced the ones we'd bought used years ago, which were falling apart. The wireless keyboard and mouse that are both so comfortable to use and easily pack away. The container of wasabi dried peas that I've been noshing on. Today, I'm working from… Continue reading Plastic, or: Fantastic

Spring, or: Winter?

A haibun Jerusalem is unseasonably cold this month. March is ostensibly a spring month, right? And Israel is a Middle Eastern desert country. It should not be as cold as it is right now. Nevertheless, in the past two weeks, the temperature in Jerusalem has ranged from 5ยฐ C (41ยฐ F) - 17ยฐ C (62.6ยฐ… Continue reading Spring, or: Winter?

The most enduring of all earthly establishments…

The home is the chief school of human virtues.-William Ellery Channing (1780 โ€“ 1842) There is something permanent, and something extremely profound, in owning a home.-Kenny Guinn (1936 โ€“ 2010) A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.-George A. Moore (1852 โ€“ 1933) A heart… Continue reading The most enduring of all earthly establishments…

The journey itself is home…

Home is the nicest word there is.-Laura Ingalls Wilder (1867 โ€“ 1957) The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.-Maya Angelou (1928 โ€“ 2014) One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for… Continue reading The journey itself is home…

Home, or: Comfort food

A Kwansaba 'Ah-khi (my brother),' says the falafel vendor in Israel, 'hakol b'seder (all is okay).' I'm adamant. Again, I stick the card into the slot at the reader's bottom, but it still doesn't work. I'm ashamed. 'Ah-khi,' he repeats, 'You can pay another time.' What is a falafel between brothers? Kwansaba? The primary defining… Continue reading Home, or: Comfort food

Lisolia, or: Anaphasia

A double acrostic poem Reflections in Arabic tea:Much has Jerusalem seen Land endowed in ancient times with a divine auraIsrael lay between three continents on clover mapSovereignty won and lost; so too ~ prevailing mythOver centuries, she heard many a heartrending pleaLove for Homeland of yore etched into Jews' heartsIndeed, lifetimes of yearning for each… Continue reading Lisolia, or: Anaphasia

Balagan, or: *Sigh*

My 1st Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos countless Russian and English children's books; last week's newspaper; a child's fairy robe on the couch nearly to the ceiling, six shelves, volumes of Jewish texts; mementos; tchotchkes; toys; games; clutter including chairs, one-third of the room for the wooden table, strewn with laptop; wires; watch;… Continue reading Balagan, or: *Sigh*