Two 'Shadorma' poems in a 'Cleave' the effortit takes meto transport myselffar enough awayto escapefrom this stresschallengesmy innerfaithful ideals of achild freely dancing, sure ofPapa's commitmentlove and full support How to read a cleave poem? Simply: Read the left hand poem as a first discrete poem. Read the right hand poem as a second discrete… Continue reading Work to live, or: Live to work
The plump moon was concealed, blanketed by the thick night clouds, but the area around his park bench was bright enough beneath the glow of the midnight streetlights. Uriel stared down at the delicate flowers in his hand. Renewal. Humans simply didn't know how good they had it. This newest assignment was considered quite prestigious,… Continue reading The endless watch
Poetry Partners #156 'Cars and bars', a poem by Charles of 'Oldageist' Rusty cars and smoke filled bars. A trailer house on the edge of town with a number on the mailbox, no name to be found. Open roads and wide open spaces, and always the urge to be in different places. I can’t say… Continue reading Buffalo roam, or: Heart is
You cannot change any society unless you take responsibility for it, unless you see yourself as belonging to it and responsible for changing it. -Grace Lee Boggs (1915 – 2015) Let's be real. Most of us will never change our societies in any substantial way. I will never make any great impact upon Israeli society,… Continue reading You cannot change any society unless…
A shadorma this office- I haven't grown up -these walls grew around me- my plant's growing towards me rooted but eager Tanka Tuesday For #TankaTuesday, Colleen Chesebro invites writers to share their days in syllabic poems. All we have to do is take a photo and write a syllabic poem about this day, as we… Continue reading Rooted, or: Eager
Near year's end Only the most tenacious Victims of the biting drifts Endure at the neglected Margins of society Bearing [witness to] icy indifference Even as they huddle, shivering, Ravaged by rejection W3 poetry prompt This verse was written in response to Paula Light's W3 poetry prompt, which was to write an acrostic poem with… Continue reading You, or: Me
A 'Cascade' poem I struggle every day to make ends meetAnxieties pummel me into broken gravel Worn ragged, it's a stretch to say I'm freePressure grinds rough at soul skinned rawBuses; clocks; jobs; child; chores; back|forthI struggle every day to make ends meetPump me full of alcohol, caffeine, courageLiquid channels wind through foggy stuporAnxieties pummel… Continue reading Straits, or: Expanses
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
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