A personal anecdote about writing

AmeriCorps AmeriCorps is a Federally funded volunteer program in the USA, also known as the 'domestic Peace Corps'. The idea is that AmeriCorps participants work in various programs across the country, aiming to improve American society in sundry ways. I was an AmeriCorps member for two years after my university studies. During my first year,… Continue reading A personal anecdote about writing

5,000 – Thank You!

Two years of blogging Friends, I have been blogging here on WordPress for just shy of two years now, and I've learned a great deal along the way, much of which I've tried to share with my readers. As I was getting my feet wet in the waters of the blogosphere, I came across bloggers… Continue reading 5,000 – Thank You!

Words, or: Attention

Poetry Partners #43 'Words', a prose poem by enchantedwords of 'Enchanted Words' I feel this anger, and the resent and bitterness. And happiness. And depression. I feel life too, just like the masters of word do. But I want to crystallize my feelings in art, make them eternal through beauty, make them as eternal as… Continue reading Words, or: Attention

Synagogue services, or: Staying home

An American sentence: Synagogue services make me out a liar, as does staying home. 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 that… Continue reading Synagogue services, or: Staying home

Forcing myself to submit my poems for publication

Oh, the irony... I accept submissions of poems from other writers at The Skeptic's Kaddish, but, ironically, I have never submitted any of my own poems for publication. True, one of my poems was published in Masticadores India, but that was only because Terveen Gill, the editor, was kind enough to extend an invitation to… Continue reading Forcing myself to submit my poems for publication

Regret, or: More often

A rispetto I often relive my mistakes. I often sense life has no point. I often think I'm being too fake. No one's left for me to disappoint. I often curse under my breath. I often imagine my death. I often feel I'm not worth shit. More often than I'd like to admit.

Easily, or: Dizzily

My 2nd triolet I too oft repeat myself - when I get excited Getting myself carried away - far too easily Even interrupting - totally(!) uninvited I too oft repeat myself - when I get excited Thus making friendly chats awkwardly one-sided Watch conversation partners shaking heads (dizzily) I too oft repeat myself - when… Continue reading Easily, or: Dizzily