Whoomp, or: There it is

My 2nd rispetto I chanced upon creative group of poets in a Jewish booth; Thrilled, I could not contain a whoop - Perhaps therein I'd hear some truth! I'd friendships deep with bards afar... But this? The twangs of live guitar? Among like-hearts in Jerusalem My inmost voice professed: I am! P.S. I am offline… Continue reading Whoomp, or: There it is

My first poetry reading

Poets of Babel By very happy coincidence, Shoshana Sarah, whom I discovered ~2 weeks ago here on WordPress lives only five buildings down from me. It's a funny thing... Not so long ago, I was kvetching here about not connecting with any Israelis on WordPress, despite having met so many friends throughout the world; and… Continue reading My first poetry reading

Babilu, or: Gate of God

An American sentence Eight in a Jerusalem sukkah* read poems in different tongues. Footnote *A sukkah (plural: sukkot) is a festival booth that Jews traditionally erect for the autumn Festival of Sukkot, which is also known as the Festival of Booths and by other names. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that… Continue reading Babilu, or: Gate of God