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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)
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
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!
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 🙂
This Is Passover; again it'll pass all us over Masses motor story, unworried at the past So fast, can't last, so that's why we repeat that story, sorry if you find it boring; This Freedom, redone, we're playing the rerun It's said words weigh, though I'd say no way Paragraphs versus verses, sentenced them All… Continue reading Passover, or: Passage
EPIGRAPH: Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality.- T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) Freedom frustrated Forever following forms Feels the fix is in Shabbat & Pesach (Passover) Dear friends, I am offline for two days until sunset on… Continue reading Freedom, or: The fix
My blogger-poet-friend Ingrid inspired me to create a Twitter account and start writing #APoemADay, which I began on January 1, 2021. It's funny to me that I know how many days have gone by this year merely because I've been writing daily poems since day one. Please note that I'll be offline for the next couple of days because… Continue reading Twitter poetry 2021: Week 12
EPIGRAPH: God helps those who help themselves.-Benjamin Franklin (1706-90) Beasts, frogs, locusts, lice Plagued blood boils at the darkness Pestilence hails death
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