Home, or: Comfort food

A Kwansaba 'Ah-khi (my brother),' says the falafel vendor in Israel, 'hakol b'seder (all is okay).' I'm adamant. Again, I stick the card into the slot at the reader's bottom, but it still doesn't work. I'm ashamed. 'Ah-khi,' he repeats, 'You can pay another time.' What is a falafel between brothers? Kwansaba? The primary defining… Continue reading Home, or: Comfort food

Lisolia, or: Anaphasia

A double acrostic poem Reflections in Arabic tea:Much has Jerusalem seen Land endowed in ancient times with a divine auraIsrael lay between three continents on clover mapSovereignty won and lost; so too ~ prevailing mythOver centuries, she heard many a heartrending pleaLove for Homeland of yore etched into Jews' heartsIndeed, lifetimes of yearning for each… Continue reading Lisolia, or: Anaphasia

Lighting a fire, or: Writing

An American sentence: On Shabbat, smokers forgo cigarettes. Would I could write poetry. 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 removing… Continue reading Lighting a fire, or: Writing

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

Warm love, or: Glowing memories

A Cleave poem in the form of two Shadormas Chanukah festivalwith bright atmosphere permeating through ~filling our Jewish homes;children’s hearts; familieshas left glowing memories held together by warm lovelasting forever across gen’rations How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem.Read the right hand poem as a… Continue reading Warm love, or: Glowing memories

Thanks, or: Giving

Sevenling (Some Jews live) Some Jews live in Israel, by choice or by chance; some live in the diaspora; others, of means, travel to and fro. Some Jews don't give Israel a passing thought; some relate to it as their people's beloved homeland; some would be glad to see it crumble like the ancient Temple.… Continue reading Thanks, or: Giving

Sufganiyot, or: Donuts

Some years, my early December birthday overlaps with Chanukah (don't worry about the English spelling - there's no right or wrong); and this is just such a year. My daughter immediately makes the connection, as soon as I mention the fact. "Abba'chka, can we have sufganiyot to celebrate your birthday this year? Hooray, hooray, hooray,… Continue reading Sufganiyot, or: Donuts

Broken beings, or: Vessels

Poetry Partners #5 A haibun by Barbara Schaefer of 'solitary 4 tomorrow' love forlorn regained freedom by an inch growth beyond pride I am reporting here on a complex and deep long-distance platonic love. I sought it and entered into it freely but ended up having to extricate myself very very carefully. While I thought… Continue reading Broken beings, or: Vessels