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Jewish tradition: mourning in community Papa died in July of 2018. I started blogging about my journey of mourning (i.e. kaddish) that August. That year was very intensive for me; I produced a great deal of content based upon numerous readings; research; reflections; recollections; conversations; and, yes, prayer. The kaddish, after all, is a prayer.… Continue reading Kaddish for an individual
A 'Magnetic Poem' tanka Wanna try? Click here. with apparatus on head, bare arm and fingers, aching man's tongue pants, chants soaring worship language to need's elaborate beat Notes For this poem, I decided to stick with the 'Original Set' on the Magnetic Poetry website, as I did for my sexy vampire poem last time;Having… Continue reading Apparatus, or: Phylacteries
In the summer of 2018 I was unexpectedly reborn as an orphan. Shabbat ended with the setting of the Jerusalem sun on July 7th, and after a brief closing ceremony at home I turned on my computer to learn that my Papa was lying intubated at a hospital in America. Shortly afterwards, his heart stopped.… Continue reading Orphaned, or: Reborn
'Endings / beginnings', a d'Verse prompt More than anything else, I simply wanted her to be okay after Papa died Though it seems rather unpoetic and prosaic to me looking back at it Of course that is what I would have wanted for Mama; and for all of us Losing one parent so tragically would… Continue reading America, or: Jerusalem
Wait for it... wait for... The tall blonde's thin cotton skirt swished as she walked by the loquat trees not far from the edge of the sidewalk. Behind her the sun continued its descent towards the distant Mediterranean, its beams piercing through the branches. The Star of David hanging from the her tanned neck sparkled.… Continue reading Short story: Comfort (III)
I took notice that our 5⅔-year-old was using the word 'half' and the word 'part' interchangeably and decided that the time had come to set her straight on the matter. She's quite bright and loves learning new concepts so it wasn't at all challenging to pique her curiosity. However, she hadn't yet encountered fractions so,… Continue reading He was supposed to teach her math
I want to want repentance I want to want God I want to want to pray at all But that is all I've got A Jew can just excuse himself A Jew can disbelieve A Jew can just participate To find some small relief Ours is not a religion Ours is not merely faith Ours… Continue reading With, or: Without them
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