A Sevenling (All my life) All my life, I’ve resisted others’ standards; I’ve avoided taking a stand; I’ve never figured out how do both. Notwithstanding my accursed inability to understand my inner workings, I am; I love; I write. I cannot stand life's endless standby, but so it goes. d'Verse: a Quadrille The above sevenling… Continue reading Standards notwithstanding, or: Drivel
Sevenling (I am gifting) I am gifting her with an incredible fluency in English, which will open countless doors for her; the open-mindedness to brave the complexity of truth; and my undying love to ground her. Every day, she continues to gift me her endless, adoring love, which I live for; a purpose in this… Continue reading Precious, or: Born again human
Sevenling (I drank) A d'Verse quadrille I drank an expensive bottle of red wine from Moldova. It was subtle; smooth; unkosher. Kosher wines must be produced exclusively by Sabbath-observant Jews; open bottles are rendered unkosher if even touched by gentiles; this feels to me like racism. Such delicious wine. d'Verse The above sevenling is my… Continue reading Delicious, or: Unkosher
Sevenling (Units of thought) My 2nd sevenling Units of thought would seem to be unknowable; perhaps my most basic intent is conveyed in... images, or... words, or... sounds...? What is necessary, at minimum, to understand me? What content do my screams carry? Or this gritted 'Fffffuuh' sound I make? Or seven tortured lines? The force of… Continue reading Images, words, or: Sounds perhaps?
Sevenling (I am such) My 1st sevenling 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… Continue reading Circumcised, or: Barely