Personal growth through others’ stories

As much as I have been cranking out poetry recently and will probably continue to do so for the foreseeable future, I can never put my grief over my Papa's death out of my mind. That was the catalyst for this blog, which began with my Skeptic's Kaddish series, written during my first year of… Continue reading Personal growth through others’ stories

Wound, or: World

A kimo generations of humans, one after the next until they're not; words ~ our attempt at dressing What's a kimo? According to this website, kimo poems are an Israeli 🇮🇱 version of haiku. Apparently, there was a need for more syllables in Hebrew. That said, most of the rules are still familiar: 3 lines.No… Continue reading Wound, or: World

Tradition: just do it?

Some axioms for life Once an institution comes into existence, its top priority becomes perpetuating its existence;If an institution achieves its stated goals, it will assign itself new goals in order to justify and perpetuate its continued existence;All religions are institutions. Kaddish: basic logistics There are several different versions of the kaddish prayer (technically, it's… Continue reading Tradition: just do it?

2,000 – Thank You!

Several months ago, 'The Skeptic's Kaddish' reached 1,000 subscribers, and today I am moved to share with you today that we're now at over 2,000, even as this blog is nearing its 1st birthday. Clearly, WordPress encourages its bloggers to actively engage with and accrue new subscribers, notifying us of likes, follows, consecutive days of… Continue reading 2,000 – Thank You!

What you do, or: Don’t do

‘The Art of Being Human’ a d’Verse poetics prompt EPIGRAPH: What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals.… Continue reading What you do, or: Don’t do

From the first, or: Fatherhood

My first Cyrch a Chwta Girl, from the first it's been true your sweetness surpassed all who poop, cry and coo, as babes do. Watching you skip at the zoo; you bathing, smearing shampoo; laughing at Winnie the Pooh... Since the hour that you were born, every morn, faith soars anew.