Fresh rivulets flow, or: Summertime shower

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

Dribbling, or: It’s getting hot in here…

My 1st dribble It is so much fun to count each letter! ๐Ÿ˜‰ (Though the stress makes my armpits get wetter... who'd have known the dribble's a sweater?) The dribble The dribble is a brief poem consisting of exactly 100 letters (not 100 charactersโ€”spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is… Continue reading Dribbling, or: It’s getting hot in here…