An unusually chilly bluster

In spite of an unusually warm delay, autumn arrived with a chilly bluster, and Mrs. Pomeroy quickly moved her non-hardy citrus trees indoors, away from the dropping nighttime temperatures. However disappointed, Buttercup knew not to waste time bemoaning the absence of her beloved mandarins; she needed a viable energy source to get through winter. Minutes… Continue reading An unusually chilly bluster

Fallen, or: Swept away

Poetry Partners #131 'The Fallen', a poem by Brandon Ellrich The sun grows weary of providing warmth, And birds must bend to his whims. Leaves have betrayed their host, And fallen from their homes. The jealous wind, no longer seen, In the branches of the trees, Now sweeps through the discarded canopy, To show that… Continue reading Fallen, or: Swept away

Green grass dance floor, or: Springtime

Poetry Partners #127 'The spring time dance', a poem by Sarah Cope of 'My Endometriosis Story' The winter solstice has passed, so the spring dance can begin at last, and everyone is invited, from every tree as far as the eye can see. To each and every flourishing flower, the buzzing bees and singing birdies.… Continue reading Green grass dance floor, or: Springtime

Staid, or: Stormy

A haibun It takes so very little to destroy a person. We look away from homeless people and the terminally ill because we don't want to think about our own vulnerabilities. In truth, we can't protect ourselves or our families from the worst. I sit, composing poetry in my comfortable cotton pajamas with a roof… Continue reading Staid, or: Stormy

Passover, or: Pesach

A haibun This year, spring in Israel wasn't. I've loaded the laundry machine with my fleece sweater and fleece pajamas, which I was wearing just one week ago. I'll be putting them away until next winter. There's a popular Israeli children's song (in Hebrew, of course) that is sung in schools and preschools throughout the… Continue reading Passover, or: Pesach

Spring, or: Sprung

A quadrille (44 words) Having sprung past spring in the course of but one too-brief week, Israel once again puts winter radiators back into seasonal storage; opens windows wide; embraces summer's heat with open arms, sweat dripping down the small of its back, straight into its ass crack. dโ€™Verse Quadrille #149 The above poem is… Continue reading Spring, or: Sprung

Spring, or: Winter?

A haibun Jerusalem is unseasonably cold this month. March is ostensibly a spring month, right? And Israel is a Middle Eastern desert country. It should not be as cold as it is right now. Nevertheless, in the past two weeks, the temperature in Jerusalem has ranged from 5ยฐ C (41ยฐ F) - 17ยฐ C (62.6ยฐ… Continue reading Spring, or: Winter?