An American sentence: I carefully trim my beard, recalling why Papa didn't want one. 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… Continue reading Smooth, or: Bearded
Poetry Partners #184 'Happier', a poem by Komaljeet Kaur of 'flavoured poetry' There is a day that wears out tryna recall memories of gray shades on the borderlands where midday moon was buried. It excites, agitates, sedates that sand princess who rode over a unicorn to curse that transparent night that hid the moon's scars.… Continue reading Memories, or: Over the moon’s gray scars
Poem: Centuries older were you Who reduced everyone to an ignorant child. As the sun rose everyday, At my doorstep you arrived With fresh tidings of Novel ideas and events, Of deaths and horrifying stories. Man’s truest chronicler were you Who told stories the way they were Without clouds or endless alleys. In you, did… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Lost Luxury’ by Deepthy
Background I don't read fiction as often as I once did, but in my childhood I often could be found reading during recess, seated on the asphalt by the school playground, or- in class with a book hidden behind my desk. Now, many years later, as the father of an eight-years-old daughter, I've been thinking… Continue reading A parenting highlight: The Chronicles of Prydain
A shadorma unhealthy categorizes every food Papa made including the matzah brie that I so adored Passover was the sizzling hiss of hot oil on the stove crisp matzah, eggs, and hotdogs steaming on our plates mayonnaise was Papa's go-to condiment an Eastern European norm, I guess simple but perfect it's funny (I don't mean… Continue reading Of hot oil, or: The stove
True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.-Florence King (1936 – 2016) Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.-Doug Larson (1926 – 2017) Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.-Albert Camus (1913 – 1960) Nostalgia is a… Continue reading Feeling nostalgic about the future…
A haibun The Deputy Director of the organization that I used to work for before taking a position at The Jewish Agency is moving out of Jerusalem; he will no longer be working full-time for our little NGO. This comes after my own departure; I'm still doing a bit of work on an hourly basis… Continue reading New dawn, or: Moon year
Sevenling (Fine, fine.) Fine, fine. You want to know? He was more noble; more brilliant; and more athletic than me. Just... more, more... All of the above is true, but I was always the better communicator; the more imaginative one; and much more introspective (or perhaps just self-absorbed). An apple lying in the shadow of… Continue reading Core, or: Seeded
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
You must be logged in to post a comment.