Or, or: Or

Sevenling (Or offers) Or offers versatility, or food for thought, or three possibilities in one, as it were. I don't know or- do I? Or can be inclusive or exclusive. It sounds like our and er. Or, when switched in for and or but, gives pause (or should). Or suggests relation; contrast; even... tension. Sevenling… Continue reading Or, or: Or

Lovingly, or: All we have in common

Poetry Partners #86 A poem by Anne Morrigan of 'Anne A p a r t' I fell in love Precisely because you asked me not to said I was foolish one of thousands a fly in your soup Common. but you had to concede that you revealed yourself to me so what I could not… Continue reading Lovingly, or: All we have in common

Just a number? or: Late to my party

Sevenling (At twenty) At twenty, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life; at thirty, I was excited to pursue my dreams; at forty, I felt broken. At twenty, I was studying engineering in college; at thirty, I was studying Torah in Israel; at forty, I studied my belly button. Fifty?… Continue reading Just a number? or: Late to my party

The language of my home, or: Ruined

Sevenling (Russian was) Russian was always the language of my home and continues to be cuz my wife's from Russia; it's opened doors for me; it's broadened my world. Over the past decade, I've educated Russian speakers; visited family and friends in Russia; discovered Russian folk rock music by Otava Yo. Has Putin ruined all… Continue reading The language of my home, or: Ruined

Text, or: Vexed

Sevenling (Every day) A quadrille Every day ('cept Shabbat, cuz) I'm at my 'puter late; sleep schedule off; strugglin' to get up. Las' night, my eye itches, blurry; wake up this mornin', blurry; later, itchy an' still - blurry. Thought: am I at the screen too much? ... Nah, s'jus' allergies. Sevenling Lines one to… Continue reading Text, or: Vexed

Holding on, or: Letting go

Poetry Partners #33 A poem by trE of 'A Cornered Gurl' the depth of love carries a torch of light it ushers in the kindness we need and lures fighters whose intentions are bright the heart a source not of stinginess or greed we long for understanding in this world our chances of finding it… Continue reading Holding on, or: Letting go

Falling, or: Floating

Sevenling (Our daughter fell) Our daughter fell sick last week on Shabbat (Saturday). She had a fever; was coughing heavily; and had no appetite. Our goldfish has taken to resting at the surface of its aquarium; always in the same corner; sometimes tilted a bit sideways. The two spent a lot of time together. The… Continue reading Falling, or: Floating

Thanks, or: Giving

Sevenling (Some Jews live) Some Jews live in Israel, by choice or by chance; some live in the diaspora; others, of means, travel to and fro. Some Jews don't give Israel a passing thought; some relate to it as their people's beloved homeland; some would be glad to see it crumble like the ancient Temple.… Continue reading Thanks, or: Giving