Shabbat, or: Shalom

A dribble Candles are lit; fingers produce no more writing, even as mind continues churning, even as fingers tap to the heart's rhythm. 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… Continue reading Shabbat, or: Shalom

Minutes, or: Mean it

A dribble The minutes before Shabbat are intense when writing \\ poetry. Will the final \\ product satisfy me? I \\ must leave it regardless. 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… Continue reading Minutes, or: Mean it

Running into a brick wall, or: Magic

A dribble (in atom form... kind of.) forms overlap often extra effort's a must I like to prove witty still it might be a no magic yes even magic may suffer defeat The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name… Continue reading Running into a brick wall, or: Magic

Total eclipse, or: The heart

A kimo anxiety's incapacitating; encapsulating the heart; capping capacity What's a kimo? According to this website, kimo poems are an Israeli 🇮🇱 version of haiku. Apparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar: 3 lines.No rhymes.10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the… Continue reading Total eclipse, or: The heart

My blessings, or: My limitations

EPIGRAPH: Basically, my life is so boring, it's embarrassing.-Hugh Grant (b. 1960) I've never been pimp nor whore never paid for sex never went to war never been homeless never been Don't know about life on the street don't know much beyond what I read in the well I do use caffeine when I'm tired… Continue reading My blessings, or: My limitations