My poem ‘Half a dozen of the other, or: Jew’ published on MasticadoresIndia

The lovely Terveen Gill, editor of MasticadoresIndia, has published my poem titled 'Half a dozen of the other, or: Jew' in this esteemed publication. I am very thankful to Terveen for her kind support of my writing and wish her and the magazine the greatest success with their exciting new project. Please go to MasticadoresIndia… Continue reading My poem ‘Half a dozen of the other, or: Jew’ published on MasticadoresIndia

Two truths, and/or: A lie

Sevenling (Have you heard of) Have you heard of 'Two Truths & a Lie'? Let's give it a go: My only sibling is 20 years younger than I; I have lots of gray hairs; I never wear shoes. Fun, right? Let's go again: I'd never intended to make my home in Israel; Israel's existence is… Continue reading Two truths, and/or: A lie

Jews, or: Tattoos

A triolet Had I not been born a Jew ~ Prob'ly wouldn't have become one. P'raps I'd have gotten some tattoo,[1] Had I not been born a Jew... Or... more than one! P'raps a few... Though... hard to get tat ink undone... Had I not been born a Jew ~ Prob'ly wouldn't have become one.… Continue reading Jews, or: Tattoos

Soul, or: Solid

An American sentence In warm embrace, my context dissolves. It's thus I encounter myself. 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 Soul, or: Solid

Lenses, or: Contact

A dribble Poems don't count. People do. Words; syllables; letters aren't you ~ only windows to look through. Stained glass distorts truth. The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from the micro-fiction form known… Continue reading Lenses, or: Contact

Universal, or: Particular

My 2nd dribble EPIGRAPH: You won't burn in hell. But be nice anyway.-Ricky Gervais (b. 1961) despite my circumcision I came to the decision to reject senseless division with the one provision that others are nice The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are… Continue reading Universal, or: Particular

Languages, or: Identities

A tricube best viewed on blog (not WP reader) I am most empowered in English. Считаю что русский тоже мой. | | | I feel that Russian is also mine. עברית, היא שייכת לעמי. | | | Hebrew, she belongs to my people. Tricube rules: Each line contains three syllables.Each stanza contains three lines.Each poem… Continue reading Languages, or: Identities