A 'reverse etheree' transient fingers clacking, eyes scanning, transient concerns, loves, perceptions, transient earthbound existence, transient concepts perceived, transient, here then gone, transient then gone, transient we, transient transi- tran- Moonwashed Musings weekly prompt Transient
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Eight-ette, or: Creativity verses form
Sangeetha & David's new poetry project Once upon a time, two poets who'd never met in person began writing verses back and forth over the Internet. Their first project took them some nine months: a 100 verse Hyakuin. Once they'd completed their first oeuvre, they decided to continue their journey together; and Sangeetha came up… Continue reading The Trianglet, or: Creativity verses form
Poetry Partners #124 A poem by Christine Bialczak of 'Stine Writing and Miniatures' Memories slow after the sadness subsides but pick up pace while time passes by Creating an ebb and flow of grief of sadness of happiness of love Memories keep time moving forward. Stine Writing and Miniatures: https://christinebialczak.com/ A Waltz Wave by ben… Continue reading Memories slow, or: Pick up pace
And, just like that, my seven-year-old entered second grade today. My regular readers will recall that my wife and I were particularly nervous last year about her beginning first grade because she was one of three "new kids" in a class of thirty. The majority of the children in her class had been in preschool… Continue reading Entering second grade
Poetry Partners #107 A poem by Tarlie Francis of 'Bless Me this Morning' Tears Mingle with the drizzled rain, Washing away the pain, Again, and again; As memories of you, Fade away with my youth, To a remote corner Of my essential being. Bless Me this Morning: https://blessmethismorning.wordpress.com/ An Emmett by ben Alexander of ‘The… Continue reading Again, and again, or: How, how, how?
A haibun The Deputy Director of the organization that I used to work for before taking a position at The Jewish Agency is moving out of Jerusalem; he will no longer be working full-time for our little NGO. This comes after my own departure; I'm still doing a bit of work on an hourly basis… Continue reading New dawn, or: Moon year
A Descort poem a simple misstep causes me to stum- ble fore- wards, as my water is e- jected up in- to the air; I watch helplessly, clutching my glass so that it won't shatter up- on the flooring \\ breathe \\ in~out \\ appreciate this moment's magic; liquid's defiance of gravity captures my imagination… Continue reading Defiance, or: Gravity