I'll put my cards out on the table. Firstly, I consider Cindy Georgakas to be a dear friend, which is why I read her book, as I've never been inclined to read 'self help' literature. Secondly, I have never before written a book review. My initial commitment to write a review of Cindy's maiden book… Continue reading Book review: ‘Re-Create and Celebrate’ by Cindy Georgakas
An American sentence: She poured her deepest self into her book, hoping to help just one soul. 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.… Continue reading Opening up, or: Book baby
There is a chill air surrounding those who are down in the world, and people are glad to get away from them, as from a cold room. -George Eliot (1819 – 1880) The quote I've selected for this week's WQW encapsulates something that we all know to be true; and if we're honest with ourselves,… Continue reading To brave the cold
A 'Daisy Chain' poem Walking sacks of meat, Meat, tender and soft, Soft like eggs, I would think; Think about our many vulnerabilities, Vulnerabilities no other creatures share; Share your personal reflections and learning; Learning over generations sets humans apart; Apart from that, what traits are there? There are our thumbs, opposable and long, Long,… Continue reading Humans, or: Sacks of meat
My 2nd Cleave poem she loves his gruff voice, his calling card that he leaves his hot temper by his shoes neatly by the door, now ajar, open to a world well known to her that could offer support whenever his arm rises up into the air should she need to make his tyranny known… Continue reading Barefoot, or: Naked Truth
My 1st Cleave poem there’s no rhyme to what poets write and what poets experience how they are understood when they are read by critics picking their fantasies apart / from from stacks of books delivered by publishers, not knowing the rhythms of their hearts them and their little birds fluttering so vulnerably yearning hoping… Continue reading Sign, or: Delivery
Poetry Partners #5 A haibun by Barbara Schaefer of 'solitary 4 tomorrow' love forlorn regained freedom by an inch growth beyond pride I am reporting here on a complex and deep long-distance platonic love. I sought it and entered into it freely but ended up having to extricate myself very very carefully. While I thought… Continue reading Broken beings, or: Vessels
Daring greatly means the courage to be vulnerable. It means to show up and be seen. To ask for what you need. To talk about how you’re feeling. To have the hard conversations.-Brené Brown (b. 1965) P.S. As always, I’m offline for 25 hours for Shabbat, which runs from sunset every Friday to sunset on Saturday. I… Continue reading The courage to be vulnerable…
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