A butterfly cinquain I spat the orange juice out into the sink drain; eyed the carton; and notified Papa, who chuckled at my innocence. "Have you forgotten you've already brushed your teeth?" #TankaTuesday The above butterfly cinquain was written for Colleen M. Chesebro's 'Tanka Tuesday' prompt: Poets were prompted to write syllabic poems based on… Continue reading Sweet, or: Sour
Papa's fingers Papa was supposed to visit us in August of 2018, but his unexpected death came that July, just before his intended visit to Israel. I last saw him in person in the summer of 2017. One of the last memories I have of Papa is him showing me his right hand. He bent… Continue reading The case of the stiff fingers
I love having my ghosts, and I love having my memories.-Debbie Reynolds (1932 – 2016) When memories fade, can one ever really return home?-Floyd Skloot (b. 1947) Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.-Ugo Betti (1892 – 1953) I acknowledge the privilege of being alive in a human body at this… Continue reading Memories are the key not to the past…
A 'Found Poem' Based on Peter Schneider's poem 'Lost in Plain Sight' I wake up, waiting, wanting to speak my mind, I think. Why do I have this empty cup clenched in my right hand? To fill in with... name, date? I greet my neighbor (isn't her name Susan?) with trivia, punch line. She smiles… Continue reading Transfer, or: Orientation
An American sentence Dear Allen, seventeen syllables don't suffice to do you justice. 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 Just(ice), or: Allen Ginsberg, Z”L
A shadorma Affirming trust that late August... Our yearning robustly in us burning; hearts warming, almost combusting Note Our wedding anniversary on the Gregorian calendar is tomorrow, August 30th!
A landay Memories are quite malleable; Everything decomposes before recomposing I think so but can't say for sure, because passing time adds false memories and modifies real ones.-Stephen King (b. 1947)
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