A "Waltz" poem Inspired by the iambic trimeter of 'My Papa’s Waltz' by Theodore Roethke I've Russian relatives who dance to Putin's hype, minds strained through grotesque sieves 'til nothing's left but tripe. The music they step to flows out through State channels; for them, his version's 'True' - straight from Kremlin annals. They're made… Continue reading To claim, or: Set afire
My wife's entire family lives in Russia, as do some of her friends and acquaintances. Also, she has friends and coworkers in Ukraine, which she travels to for work on a fairly regular basis. Today, I was speaking to her about a Russian woman we know who has been brainwashed by Putin's media machine for… Continue reading An insight into the Russian public
My 1st Tanaga Modestly, she's apt to blush, Flowering ~anxiously~ lush. Her flow rushes over me; I'm drowning in her story. My 2nd Tanaga Stuffed myself into a box; Lost the keys to all the locks; Cut two holes out for my eyes So I could see through the lies. Tanaga The Tanaga is an… Continue reading In her story, or: Through the lies
EPIGRAPH: In the end, we'll all become stories.-Margaret Atwood (b. 1939) my every verse my every line my every word: death is only the beginning of countless stories; life, reality's only limitation, albeit a foggy one, but death, a veritable wellspring of stories to tell around the table impart to our children to fool ourselves… Continue reading Poems, poems, poems, or:
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
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