Of hot oil, or: The stove

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

Safety, or: False comfort

An American sentence: This Passover, we'll toast freedom in safety while Russia bombs Ukraine. 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 Safety, or: False comfort

Passover, or: Pesach

A haibun This year, spring in Israel wasn't. I've loaded the laundry machine with my fleece sweater and fleece pajamas, which I was wearing just one week ago. I'll be putting them away until next winter. There's a popular Israeli children's song (in Hebrew, of course) that is sung in schools and preschools throughout the… Continue reading Passover, or: Pesach

Hold the vegetables, or: Salted with my tears

I learned how to make matzah brei from Papa z"l. This is a very fond childhood memory of mine and remains one of my favorite Pesach foods even today.

A poem in blank verse They met and married in the seventies, several years after their Aliyah from the Soviet Union, a regime which had stripped their families of Jewish knowledge and traditions. Very few Jews were granted visas for emigration in those years, as leaving the Mother Land was considered betrayal. Israel transformed them;… Continue reading Hold the vegetables, or: Salted with my tears

Salted with my tears (Matzah Brie recipe)

I miss Papa. Pesach is the holiday that most reminds me of him. Beyond images of my father at our family seders, I most vividly recall the taste and texture his matzah brei, which I continue to prepare myself and enjoy annually at home (salted this year with my tears).- Me, 'The Skeptic's Kaddish' #41,… Continue reading Salted with my tears (Matzah Brie recipe)

Twitter poetry 2021: Week 13

My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. This week, with my six-year-old daughter at home every day during the Passover holiday, I had less time alone with my thoughts ~ there were things on my mind that I wanted to write poems about, which I… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 13

Leavened bread, or: Technology

On Jewish holidays I must draft poetry in my head For lack of laptop, I dare trust my memory instead This Passover, I did not just hanker for leavened bread Still, all last night, I long discussed the Exodus instead... And now I type, ere neurons rust, and soon I'm off to bed!

Freedom, or: Limitations

EPIGRAPH: The enemy of art is the absence of limitations.- Orson Welles (1915-85) Deceptive freedom Everywhere | boundaries Awareness sets free Shabbat & Pesach (Passover) Dear friends, I am offline for two days until sunset on Sunday so I will be unable to respond to your comments until then. I'll miss you 🙂