Rain, or: Shine

A Waltz wave poem gray over- cast heavens; my daughter believes God's crying up above Jerusalem and wonders why God gets so sad during the autumn and winter months Waltz wave? a one-stanza poem;nineteen lines; each line has a set number of syllables;the pattern is: 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1;words may be split into syllables to fit the pattern;this… Continue reading Rain, or: Shine

Romans, or: Jews

The Western Wall was one of four retaining walls constructed by King Herod around the Temple Mount Never part of the Holy Temple itself, but a symbol of Jewish yearning throughout the centuries of seemingly endless Exile It held no religious significance when the Temple stood but came to represent the Jews' hope of returning… Continue reading Romans, or: Jews

Like father, or: Son

A Cleave poem I fell in love with the city of my birth, but my deep commitment to family could not provide support enough to get me through that period of those difficult days that most required it because I was alone. so, I sucked it up, as was my father’s way, which he would… Continue reading Like father, or: Son

Both a part and apart

Jewish skullcaps Male Orthodox Jews usually wear skullcaps called kippot (singular: kippah) while they are awake, both outdoors and indoors. I've even met some who wear head coverings while they sleep at night, although this is definitely beyond the norms of mainstream modern halakhah (religious law) and Jewish culture. In fact, it's quite interesting that… Continue reading Both a part and apart

Whoomp, or: There it is

My 2nd rispetto I chanced upon creative group of poets in a Jewish booth; Thrilled, I could not contain a whoop - Perhaps therein I'd hear some truth! I'd friendships deep with bards afar... But this? The twangs of live guitar? Among like-hearts in Jerusalem My inmost voice professed: I am! P.S. I am offline… Continue reading Whoomp, or: There it is

My first poetry reading

Poets of Babel By very happy coincidence, Shoshana Sarah, whom I discovered ~2 weeks ago here on WordPress lives only five buildings down from me. It's a funny thing... Not so long ago, I was kvetching here about not connecting with any Israelis on WordPress, despite having met so many friends throughout the world; and… Continue reading My first poetry reading

Babilu, or: Gate of God

An American sentence Eight in a Jerusalem sukkah* read poems in different tongues. Footnote *A sukkah (plural: sukkot) is a festival booth that Jews traditionally erect for the autumn Festival of Sukkot, which is also known as the Festival of Booths and by other names. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that… Continue reading Babilu, or: Gate of God

Whether, or: Weather

An Alouette Jerusalem winds Know our outs and ins, Blowing through sukkot* and souls. Booths fall on their sides; They've nowhere to hide... Signs of our lack of control. We hope it won't rain, Though summer has waned; May waters fall, but... not yet. Outside's cool and crisp; Stars glimmer like wisps; Lovely - but… Continue reading Whether, or: Weather