Sevenling (I am such) I am such a friggin' Jew; circumcised; born in and residing in the capital of Israel; always, always walking around with a yarmulke. I don't compose poetry in Hebrew; I don't hate; I have difficulty believing in my One True God, let alone in any foreign ones. I am just as… Continue reading Circumcised, or: Barely
Sevenling (The hill I) The hill I want to die on is- bare; perfectly smooth; smack in the middle of the lion enclosure. The lions are- mighty; single-minded; penned up inside my mind. Neither good, nor evil; just- honest. Sevenling Lines one to three should contain three connected or contrasting statements, or a list of… Continue reading Good, evil, or: Just- honest
Poetry Partners #114 'She is like glass' (for my daughter), a poem by Sean Mathews of 'seanmathews.blog' She is like glass I see through her Tough and fragile Transparent daughter When we touch Strong and slim Like porcelain Of silk smooth skin And she shines Bright as day Prism of life’s Vital ray A glowing… Continue reading Glass, or: Pearls
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
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
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
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
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
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