Morning fog, or: Life insurance

A haibun My new job at The Jewish Agency comes with lots of perks. When I was first offered the position, I was excited about having long-term job security; writing for a living; and working for a major Jewish organization that I'd long had an affinity for (my wife and I met in 2010 as… Continue reading Morning fog, or: Life insurance

Remember, or: Dream

A pantoum We remember remembering the past Dreaming of ourselves dreaming of the future Just now, we may have experienced something Seems dreams leave very strong impressions Dreaming of ourselves dreaming of the future Remembering vivid dreams we didn't have Seems dreams leave very strong impressions We are of impressions and sensations Remembering vivid dreams… Continue reading Remember, or: Dream

Whispered prayers, or: Legions

Poetry Partners #83 'When You Choose War' a poem by Rosemary McMahan of 'Spirit Reflections' ... you cannot stop the Lenten rose’s pale white blossoms from unfurling nor can you command the pink-tinged buds of tulip trees to fold inward. When you choose war, know that the grass still greens in spring, the titmouse seeks… Continue reading Whispered prayers, or: Legions

Live to tell, or: Breathe

Poetry Partners #82 'No, Covid is Not Gone Yet!' a poem by Robert J Jr. of 'Robert's Snap Spot' Unexpected change in life. Omicron. Emergency Room. Doom. Crying. Pneumonia in Lungs. Not the fatal end… Huh! Sent home Emergency Room. Admitted to COVID-19 ward, husband can visit. Sunday, COVID ward, “COVID-19 Ward… No visit except… Continue reading Live to tell, or: Breathe

Jerusalem, or: Anywhere

A Descort Poem The wind rattles hilly Jerusalem. Though Papa loved its hills, he is not in the rattling wind. Pedestrians walk; bikers ride; and drivers drive up and down Jerusalem's renowned hills entirely unaware that he once lived... here. I do not believe he is floating around windy Jerusalem. Or anywhere. Eschewing unreason, my… Continue reading Jerusalem, or: Anywhere

Daydream, or: The here and now

Poetry Partners #75 'Daydream', a poem by Puvanesvari Rajan of 'Opinions, Bijou and Poems' A dream… Or am I? Lucid to the touch, and true to the feel…. Do I dwell in mindplay? Or am I the projection of one? Perhaps a lost neural connection left floating in a mass of empty grey matter… Perhaps… Continue reading Daydream, or: The here and now

Knelt down, or: Stood red tulips

My 2nd Copla Real EPIGRAPH: All has become quiet in Moscow.-Count L. N. Tolstoy (1828 – 1910), 'The Cossacks', 1878 Their fearful faces told him more than what they were too scared to say; he looked from them towards the door, from where she'd been taken away for the crime of uttering, "War." Across the way,… Continue reading Knelt down, or: Stood red tulips

Merit, Palm, or: Halt

Three American Sentences in 12 words: I. #merit I have #merit like you. I must satisfy myself that it's deserved. https://twitter.com/kaddish_s/status/1507972919791693826 II. #palm I… just can't fathom innumerable lives in the #palm of one's hand. https://twitter.com/kaddish_s/status/1507976234801717254 III. #halt Screaming, "#Halt!" on a busy street corner will only draw annoyed eyes. https://twitter.com/kaddish_s/status/1507981599173926914 What's an 'American Sentence'?… Continue reading Merit, Palm, or: Halt