A poetic triptych I. "High" (a triolet) Pass it... over... take... a long puff You'll... get high... faster if you cough Damn, Dude... you... got the real good stuff Pass... it over... take... a long puff Uhm... Bro... I think you've had enough Guys, looks like we have got liftoff! Pass... it over... take... a… Continue reading High ‘n light, or: Highlight
See the typing of the writer, I think he's angry at the lighter. Once, her flame burned ever brighter, But now she will not spark. 'Twas during that game of poker, Feeling his card plays mediocre, That he threw and, sadly, broke her (And missed intended mark). He remembers her rebounding And raucous mocking jeers… Continue reading Card shark, or: Writer
Papa's fingers Papa was supposed to visit us in August of 2018, but his unexpected death came that July, just before his intended visit to Israel. I last saw him in person in the summer of 2017. One of the last memories I have of Papa is him showing me his right hand. He bent… Continue reading The case of the stiff fingers
An American sentence: On Shabbat, smokers forgo cigarettes. Would I could write poetry. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing… Continue reading Lighting a fire, or: Writing
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