Cold, or: Hot

Bottles never used to last me too long; now cognacs and whiskeys stand around bored for many long months on our kitchen shelf. Sure, I pour a glass every so often (rarely, truth be told); but excitement's gone. Is it my writing, my medication, my age? Hard to say, but that beer I had yesterday… Continue reading Cold, or: Hot

Clarity, or: Convergence

A haibun My Papa died over four years ago; and I wrote a very public series of blog posts on The Times of Israel during my traditional year-long recitation of the "Mourner's Kaddish" in his honor, as is noted on Papa's Wikipedia page. The Skeptic's Kaddish blog, which you are now visiting, was born of… Continue reading Clarity, or: Convergence

Bell out across the ripples, or: Whether life’s a dream

A Choka colors of sunrise bell out across the ripples boundless reflections unbound possibilities selves observe themselves through reality's membrane between above and below flickers of visions turn perceptions on their heads bodies wake come morn with many left uncertain as to whether life's a dream Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the Choka,… Continue reading Bell out across the ripples, or: Whether life’s a dream

The White Beach Hut,ย or: Normans Bay

A 'Minute Poem' The sun-Bleached porch is where She sits; Ripples transmit Forbidden Words; Sea-sounds; pert Birds; She gazes up at Haze Of blue; Love soars forth true; Solitude reigns Among sand Grains; And~ Locked away treasures Of shells Guarded by swells; God's Artless art Unlocks the Heart; โ€œI gaze at circling gulls in a… Continue reading The White Beach Hut,ย or: Normans Bay

Happy Jewish New Year

At sunset tonight, the Jewish New Year begins; it ends at sunset two days later. As such, I will not be blogging for ~49 hours, and I will have to play 'catch up' with my online poetry community on Tuesday night. (Of course, I will schedule some blog posts in advance of the holiday.) Honestly,… Continue reading Happy Jewish New Year

Thoughts on an antisemitic children’s author

There is a trait in the Jewish character that does provoke animosity, maybe itโ€™s a kind of lack of generosity towards non-Jews. I mean, thereโ€™s always a reason why anti-anything crops up anywhere; even a stinker like Hitler didnโ€™t just pick on them for no reason. I mean, if you and I were in a… Continue reading Thoughts on an antisemitic children’s author

Shadow, or: Sunlight

Poetry Partners #84 A poem by Iswar Kar of 'Journey called life' I was trapped in a trap It was my darkest part My body and soul were torn apart I cried in pain but in vain. Eyes flooded in tears Face reddened in fear Tummy cried in hunger Heart saddened in sorrows. I was… Continue reading Shadow, or: Sunlight

Empty, or: Broken

Poetry Partners #44 A poem by Saint Gaona of 'Saint it so' Looking in the mirror, carving a smile out of the broken promises, watered down dreams. Unable to relate to the reflection , feeling like an out of body experience, experiment for their sick pleasure. Your body a burden to your soul, your soul… Continue reading Empty, or: Broken