Flowing, or: Prolific

A ghazal Sipping Bernheim Original wheat whiskey -Or- quaffing Lagavulin peat'd whiskey Jerusalem nights get colder than cold; Writing requires serious heat - whiskey! When struggling to maintain rhythm and rhyme; -Or- can't seem to keep up the beat - whiskey! Still, never enjoyed generic liquor; Can't afford it... but prefer elite whiskey. Happily, two… Continue reading Flowing, or: Prolific

Kentucky, or: Jerusalem

Blank verse in iambic heptameter 80 doesn't even burn, but I'm drinking 94, feeling its sting against my throat before the smooth warmth spreads; soothing, relaxing; though nothing like the pounding, scalding water on my shoulders, back and buttocks just earlier. Sitting in my yeti hide fleece pajamas afterwards, I thought to describe the sensation… Continue reading Kentucky, or: Jerusalem

or: Tired

A cheap whiskey for mixing Rinses the mind out after Rubbing all ten digits raw Ev'ry finger tip pulsing Against an inclined keyboard Keys shadow'd by a darkness But new channels have been hew'd Flowing liquid won't settle Above the eyes as it should Won't submerge all kindly in The night's consuming shadows Rounded keys… Continue reading or: Tired


It's easier for me to write about the past than the present, but I won't attempt to evade this. This story begins as follows: Nearly 1ยฝ years ago our family moved into our current apartment, and there were several issues to be dealt with, one of which was particularly unexpected. For the first several weeks,… Continue reading Memento

Hosting kiddush for Papa’s 2nd yahrzeit

I can use big words and use them well, but I'm also a childish creature and feel that the quality of my writing often conceals my smallness. Papa's 2nd yahrzeit (anniversary of death) is just around the corner. The official Hebrew date falls out on July 16th - next Thursday. This coming Shabbat morning (July… Continue reading Hosting kiddush for Papa’s 2nd yahrzeit

Absence makes

My friend Zvi's recent, unexpected death shocked me, perhaps all the more so because of the ongoing COVID-19 crisis. Counterintuitive, right? After all, death is all the rage in the news these days. (Death, death, death... I'm actually sick of writing about it but can't seem to get it out of my system.) I derive… Continue reading Absence makes

The skeptic’s kaddish for the atheist, 50

Papa's first yahrzeit fell out on the Shabbat before last. So... what did marking this date change for me? * * * Some things are inevitable. Even before learning anything meaningful or interesting about the orphan's kaddish, I knew that I would attend minyan every day to recite it for Papa. I also knew that this… Continue reading The skeptic’s kaddish for the atheist, 50