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A triolet Had I not been born a Jew ~ Prob'ly wouldn't have become one. P'raps I'd have gotten some tattoo,[1] Had I not been born a Jew... Or... more than one! P'raps a few... Though... hard to get tat ink undone... Had I not been born a Jew ~ Prob'ly wouldn't have become one.… Continue reading Jews, or: Tattoos
My 2nd elfchen Roar Expresses forcefully Often squelched internally CAPITAL LETTERS NO SUBSTITUTE Pain Elfchen Row Words Content 1 1 A thought, an object, a color, a smell or the like 2 2 What does the word from the first row do? 3 3 Where or how is the word of row 1? 4 4… Continue reading CAPS LOCK, or: Roar
A dribble Candles are lit; fingers produce no more writing, even as mind continues churning, even as fingers tap to the heart's rhythm. The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from the micro-fiction form… Continue reading Shabbat, or: Shalom
A dribble The minutes before Shabbat are intense when writing \\ poetry. Will the final \\ product satisfy me? I \\ must leave it regardless. The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from the… Continue reading Minutes, or: Mean it
A dribble Poems don't count. People do. Words; syllables; letters aren't you ~ only windows to look through. Stained glass distorts truth. The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is derived from the micro-fiction form known… Continue reading Lenses, or: Contact
A landay I am not well versed in poetry The line between writing versus verses confounds me I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry.-John Wain (1925 – 1994)
My undergraduate degree is in engineering, but, as I've written before, it was a mistake for me to pursue that path because my strengths have never been in the sciences, nor in mathematics. I should have listened to Papa at the age of eighteen when I was applying to universities; I should have pursued a… Continue reading Blogging without barriers
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