A 'Diablo' poem Children's laughter rings from the street Spring's much absorbed by summer's heat Innocence lies I feel myself betrayed by youth A father's love can't shade the truth Although it tries Eyes open, I know love deceives Sure as the rainbows of the leaves Sly sin of fate's With passing years, I autumn… Continue reading Innocence lies, or: Winter waits
A haibun It takes so very little to destroy a person. We look away from homeless people and the terminally ill because we don't want to think about our own vulnerabilities. In truth, we can't protect ourselves or our families from the worst. I sit, composing poetry in my comfortable cotton pajamas with a roof… Continue reading Staid, or: Stormy
A Choka Petersburg aflame through oppressive lucent nights bedeviled blinds blush under summer's endless stare morning alarms blare hour hands gesture haplessly at lit horizons hours indistinguishable internal clocks spin irreparably broken blankets cover eyes heads pound unforgivingly sleep irregular dream sequences liquefied molten white reality Choka? The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the… Continue reading Mornings, or: White nights
A haibun Whenever my seven-year-old daughter complains that it's hot in the summer, I like to remind her that Jerusalem is a desert city. "Welcome to the desert," I wink. Personally, I usually don't bother complaining, but I still catch myself kvetching about the heat on occasion. Yesterday, trudging through the afternoon sun from her… Continue reading Fresh rivulets flow, or: Summertime shower
A haibun I exit in the early evening; and my city is aglow in warm sunlight. I smile. Most of the time, I don't hold any particular appreciation for the sun; Middle Eastern summers are uncomfortable. Still, leaving the office before daylight has faded... bright bus stop breeze flutters shadows sun lazes d’Verse Haibun Monday:… Continue reading Breeze flutters shadows, or: Before nightfall
A haibun Summer is a time for picnics, and, therefore, a time for verdant, shady spots. There's something heavenly about lying on a blanket sheltered under the broad, leafy limbs of a friendly tree, delighting in the blossom scented breeze. For families with children or children at heart, such experiences are simply a must. midsummer… Continue reading Cheeks flush, or: Smiles flash
A quadrille (44 words) Having sprung past spring in the course of but one too-brief week, Israel once again puts winter radiators back into seasonal storage; opens windows wide; embraces summer's heat with open arms, sweat dripping down the small of its back, straight into its ass crack. d’Verse Quadrille #149 The above poem is… Continue reading Spring, or: Sprung
A haibun The Hebrew calendar is lunar, rather than solar like the Gregorian calendar, which is used throughout most of the world. However, unlike the lunar Muslim calendar, the Hebrew calendar includes leap years, making Jewish holidays seasonal. Passover, for example, is always in the Spring; Chanukah is always in the Winter. The exact dates… Continue reading Elul, or: August
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