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14 months of blogging Friends, I am going to keep this short, in haibun form. Further words won't convey my appreciation for you any more effectively. Thank you. In the last 14 months, I have learned so much from our shared community ~ not only about poetry and other forms of creative writing, but also… Continue reading 3,000 – Thank You!
My 2nd gogyohka I do not write about everything because I do not know anything about it, let alone something
EPIGRAPH: God helps those who help themselves.-Benjamin Franklin (1706-90) Beasts, frogs, locusts, lice Plagued blood boils at the darkness Pestilence hails death
My first Cywydd Llosgyrnog You can't help yourself, seeking more soulful words from swift fleeting shore; man's flesh shan't soar, but verse can; Futures flash, forever flow fast; Fey fancies; concepts; visions ~ last, These survive past man's lifespan Shabbat shalom! I have scheduled this poem to be published while I am offline for Shabbat… Continue reading Flesh, or: Verse
A personal prosery prompt Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel wrote: “We are constantly dying alive. From the view point of temporality we are all dead except for a moment.” It’s true, you know. As we turn the calendar page to 2021, I think to myself: well, that was a moment. Death on either side, the Rabbi… Continue reading The way of life between
I've failed myself in so many ways To enumerate them would me take days But I would never judge you For when all's said and through Nothing but my humility stays
