Whoomp, or: There it is

My 2nd rispetto I chanced upon creative group of poets in a Jewish booth; Thrilled, I could not contain a whoop - Perhaps therein I'd hear some truth! I'd friendships deep with bards afar... But this? The twangs of live guitar? Among like-hearts in Jerusalem My inmost voice professed: I am! P.S. I am offline… Continue reading Whoomp, or: There it is

My first poetry reading

Poets of Babel By very happy coincidence, Shoshana Sarah, whom I discovered ~2 weeks ago here on WordPress lives only five buildings down from me. It's a funny thing... Not so long ago, I was kvetching here about not connecting with any Israelis on WordPress, despite having met so many friends throughout the world; and… Continue reading My first poetry reading

Babilu, or: Gate of God

An American sentence Eight in a Jerusalem sukkah* read poems in different tongues. Footnote *A sukkah (plural: sukkot) is a festival booth that Jews traditionally erect for the autumn Festival of Sukkot, which is also known as the Festival of Booths and by other names. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that… Continue reading Babilu, or: Gate of God

Whether, or: Weather

An Alouette Jerusalem winds Know our outs and ins, Blowing through sukkot* and souls. Booths fall on their sides; They've nowhere to hide... Signs of our lack of control. We hope it won't rain, Though summer has waned; May waters fall, but... not yet. Outside's cool and crisp; Stars glimmer like wisps; Lovely - but… Continue reading Whether, or: Weather

Tidbits of our Sukkot

Two days up north This week, we took the train up to the city of Akko for an annual festival, which we last went to seven years ago - before our daughter was born. Since it takes several hours to get there, we rented an apartment for the night... Otherwise, we would have had to… Continue reading Tidbits of our Sukkot

The Festival of Booths

Sukkot The Jewish autumn festival of Sukkot, known by some Christians as the Festival of Booths, is upon us. It begins at sunset tomorrow night, and preparations are already underway among those of us who live our lives according to our people's ancient traditions. Our preparations primarily include constructing outdoor booths (Hebrew: sukkah - singular,… Continue reading The Festival of Booths

The skeptic’s kaddish for the atheist, 8

This entry is in honor and memory of my grandmother Maria bat Shmuel and Sima, who passed away a few days ago, at Shabbat's twilight.  Babushka's determination to live was tremendous, particularly given her frailty and failing constitution. Last summer, after being intubated in the hospital and suffering from a calcified heart valve (among other… Continue reading The skeptic’s kaddish for the atheist, 8