Warm, welcoming work culture

Sorry, WP Friends I've been feeling guilty of late because, for the past two weeks, I've been struggling to find the time to comment on all of my WP friends' blogs. Two weeks ago was when I began my new job at The Jewish Agency for Israel (JAFI). Like many Israelis, I have more than… Continue reading Warm, welcoming work culture

Misery, or: High school

A sijo one quarter of a century has passed since my escape freedom's inevitability served to make time's passage worse my monstrous misery grew exponentially... consuming me 'Ronovan Writes' poetry challenge Sijo Wednesday #9 Ronovan encourages poets to use the word 'high school' as their inspiration, as either a theme of their sijos or in… Continue reading Misery, or: High school

The young age of forty-two

Reasons for global immigration Push factors Push factors are reasons that compel or push people to leave the area of where they reside and settle someplace else. Common factors can include armed conflict, disaster exposure, gender inequality, lack of job opportunities, political corruption, and lack of access to competent healthcare and education. In simple terms,… Continue reading The young age of forty-two

I got a new job!

A big step forward After seven-and-a-half years of working in communications for an NGO that advocates for religious freedom in Israel, I've accepted a grant writing position with the Jewish Agency for Israel (JAFI); my official start date is Sunday, May 8th. Change is never easy, of course, and I am incredibly fond of my… Continue reading I got a new job!

Whishing, or: Wishing

My 1st Wayra sipping cold coffee rubbing hand over cool scalp sparse bristles whishing softly my thick hair migrated southwards one crisp, chilly season d'Verse poetry prompt: The Wayra At d'Verse, poets were invited to try their hands at writing wayras. The Wayra (Quechua - wind) is a popular verse form of Peru and Bolivia.… Continue reading Whishing, or: Wishing

Sign, or: Delivery

My 1st Cleave poem thereโ€™s no rhyme to what poets write and what poets experience how they are understood when they are read by critics picking their fantasies apart / from from stacks of books delivered by publishers, not knowing the rhythms of their hearts them and their little birds fluttering so vulnerably yearning hoping… Continue reading Sign, or: Delivery