REBLOG: ‘Fears of Freedom Lost’ by Nigel Byng

Poem: With labored breaths she welcomes more The tired, the poor, the wretched to our shores But rusted chains now dangle from her torch The masses on the border won’t be allowed to cross Gun powder greetings, It’s ours not yours, the illusion is fleeting. Armed men on horseback deliver a chastening The people cried… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘Fears of Freedom Lost’ by Nigel Byng

Boots on the ground, or: Feet on the ground

A 'Septolet' American arms empower Ukrainians to fight back. America hasn't proposed a viable endgame yet. 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.

Israeli, and/or: American

Two American sentences: Born and bred in Israel, my daughter's Hebrew sounds American. She speaks English fluently; but she's never been to America. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining… Continue reading Israeli, and/or: American

Thanksgiving in Israel for me

When I lived in the USA, I would always celebrate Thanksgiving at home; I enjoyed the traditional holiday foods and the family time. Also, Thanksgiving happens to be a very, very convenient holiday for Jews in the USA who observe the Sabbath (which begins at sunset on Friday) because Thanksgiving is always on Thursday. Therefore,… Continue reading Thanksgiving in Israel for me

Israel, or: Diaspora

An American sentence Born in Israel, my sentence to America was commuted. What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total. He felt that removing the… Continue reading Israel, or: Diaspora

Raw Deal, or: Total Recall

A dribble The USA invaded Iraq when I was in fifth grade \\ I recall our teacher telling us to write supportive letters to our soldiers. 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 derived from… Continue reading Raw Deal, or: Total Recall