Insane, or: Sanitized

A 'Septolet' Russian missiles kill at least 23 Ukrainian civilians. Russia chairs UN Security Council session. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Jerusalem morn, or: Mourn

A series of chain verse haiku Jerusalem morn mourners to be cannot know no normal morn this this rough desert plant planted bombs hidden by leaves leave many wounded dead innocent child child lost to destroyed mother there at the bus stop Terrorist bombing in Jerusalem This morning, 16-year-old Aryeh Shechopek, a Canadian Israeli, was… Continue reading Jerusalem morn, or: Mourn

Filtration operations, or: Forced relocations

A 'Septolet' Multitudes of Ukrainians deported to isolated regions of Russia. Ukrainian children kidnapped; forcibly adopted. Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

Playgrounds, or: Battlegrounds

A 'Septolet' A Russian missile hits a Ukrainian playground. Putin declares: "No regrets about Russia's actions." Septolet? The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break anywhere in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.

After 9-11: The boy who lost his father

On 9-11 I watched the 9-11 terror attacks on the large screen TV at the Cleveland Hillel, where I was very active as a Jewish student at CWRU. I watched the attacks and could barely comprehend that they were happening in the real world. "Numb" isn't quite the right word to describe my feelings during… Continue reading After 9-11: The boy who lost his father

The skeptic’s kaddish for the atheist, 47

Two weeks ago a middle-aged woman approached me at the back of the sanctuary, as I was readying to head home for havdalah.I've been thinking about you recently. You must be nearly done by now... I'm almost at the end of my eleven months.I recognized her immediately - the rabbi's daughter (blog #3). She had… Continue reading The skeptic’s kaddish for the atheist, 47