Grateful for security

Be grateful for what you have and stop complaining - it bores everybody else, does you no good, and doesn't solve any problems! -Zig Ziglar (1926 – 2012) This year, after nearly thirteen years in Israel as an adult, I got a job that I can rely upon in the long term. My first reaction… Continue reading Grateful for security

Update: relief and guilt

As some of you know, I have been working at three jobs (one full-time, two part-time) since I began my new, full-time job back in early May. One of my two part-time jobs is my work for my rabbi, whom I've been working for since 2010; the other part-time job is for my former full-time… Continue reading Update: relief and guilt

Relief, or: Self-judgment

An American sentence: I sip hot morning coffee, sighing with deep relief and self-judgment. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that… Continue reading Relief, or: Self-judgment

Helter, or: Skelter

A 'Coraline' poem 'pon shores renowned for rough welter, by unlit lighthouse whiling days, whooping from trees along lush bay, untroubled by glowing swelter... 'til dark morn papa brought grim news that left him mourning all he'd lose- no longer to helter skelter- leave behind easy, breezy ways. chapter two in dark, woodsy lands brought… Continue reading Helter, or: Skelter

The harsh blizzard, or: Thoughts

An American sentence: Every verse provides a moment's reprieve from the harsh blizzard of thoughts. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt… Continue reading The harsh blizzard, or: Thoughts

Colorless paste, or: Lightning colors

A tetractys the longest day chews up time, grinds sunlight into thick, flavorless, colorless paste night's dramatic, stormy lightning colors shimmer through sheets of cleansing pouring rain #TankaTuesday The above was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt. Poets were encouraged to write syllabic poems on the theme of 'the longest day'. Eugi's moon-washed… Continue reading Colorless paste, or: Lightning colors

Jewish communal professional

My co-worker was a rabbi By tremendous coincidence, one of my co-workers at The Jewish Agency for Israel was a rabbi who served at one of my hometown (East Brunswick, NJ) synagogues for six years. He is approximately my age. I mention this because it goes back to my once-dream of becoming a rabbi, which… Continue reading Jewish communal professional

All that’s for me, or: For myself

Poetry Partners #89 A poem by Christine Bialczak of 'Stine Writing and Miniatures' Happy to know that life has my back even when sorrow has given me slack I swim in the glory of water outside The colors and feelings are the mood of inside. Nothing to bother me, no problems here Loved ones, my… Continue reading All that’s for me, or: For myself