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
Push, or: Shove
A Cadralor In the form of 5 Kimos sweat beading up on my forehead; glasses slipping; cotton undershirt drenched through, sticking tightly flat feet shifting just slightly, shin muscles shooting sharply, absorbing jarring jolts, careening heavy laptop and accompanying charger, mouse, keyboard in my backpack, bumping others air conditioning is requested by an old lady;… Continue reading Push, or: Shove
Dribbling, or: It’s getting hot in here…
My 1st dribble It is so much fun to count each letter! 😉 (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 characters—spaces and punctuation are not counted). The name of the dribble is… Continue reading Dribbling, or: It’s getting hot in here…
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