My 2nd Alouette Oft, I underrate My own some-day fate... Feeling I'm here for my child, Hoping to bequeath Firm blade for her sheath, Of many insights compiled. I'm mostly of thoughts And abandoned soughts, Verses my greatest pleasure. I pen ever more, Hoping that before End, she's sure of her measure. The Alouette This… Continue reading Be for, or: Before
My 1st Alouette Writing on and on, Calling for black swan, Which shall soar forth from down(ed) soul, Bearing long-lost words. That rarest of birds... Without which, I can't be whole. I'm... sure it is true... Should I continue, Free, winged truth shall arise. Oh, desperately, I will this to be, Ere rising into the… Continue reading Forth, or: Grounded
An Alliterisen Perhaps prayer will work for her Some find wise worshipful words can comfort Whereas worship doesn't do much magic for cynical skeptics, surely she can connect? Should her heart's flowing fantasies supply solace, then that's splendid The Alliterisen The Alliterisen (Complex and Rhyming), a form created by Udit Bhatia, is a simple seven-lined poem… Continue reading Closer, or: Generations
Poets in Jerusalem? Yes, poets in Jerusalem! How (and I do mean HOW) cool is this? Through WordPress, I have come across a fellow poet in Jerusalem! Her name is Shoshana Sarah; and (even better!) she organizes multilingual poetry readings in Jerusalem. Her poetry group is called 'Poets of Babel', and it meets several times… Continue reading ‘Poets of Babel’ in Jerusalem!
Today in the stairwell of our apartment building, our upstairs neighbors asked our six-year-old daughter if she's feeling excited about going into first grade next week. She responded, "Yes, I am, but my father is even more excited." Now, subtlety was never my strong suit, but, to be fair, my wife is also very excited.… Continue reading First impressions of first grade
My 1st kasa (or gasa) I feel guilty. People live in terror, scared of COVID, wearing face masks. Pandemic, corona; bodies pile up. Numbers don't lie, as more die every day. But I'm just one man with a child; and I want her to thrive, grow up carefree, attend first grade. Normalcy is today's ~… Continue reading As more die, or: As we did once