A haibun Cheeks ablaze in embarrassment, I stare at the computer screen in the privacy of my office. The email I'm reading does not contain all of the information necessary for me to complete my report, and it's my fault because I forgot to ask one particularly pivotal question of our representative in the field.… Continue reading Ablaze in embarrassment, or: Lesson learned
A haibun My daily schedule has changed quite a bit since I began my new job. Whereas I once had a lot of flexibility, I now have to put in 8 hours at the office daily. I can no longer drop my daughter off and pick her up from school on the same day. Also,… Continue reading June, or: Jeune
A piece of Tanka Prose stoic behind wheel multiple backseat drivers steel sky glints at dawn desert summer sears highways air conditioning cools heads This week, both yesterday and tomorrow, I am on site visits for work; and I am the designated driver. Yesterday's site visits were wonderful. It's inspirational to see some of the… Continue reading Steel sky, or: Desert summers
Sorry, WP Friends I've been feeling guilty of late because, for the past two weeks, I've been struggling to find the time to comment on all of my WP friends' blogs. Two weeks ago was when I began my new job at The Jewish Agency for Israel (JAFI). Like many Israelis, I have more than… Continue reading Warm, welcoming work culture
A kyrielle It's not that I'm being a jerk when I fail to answer the phone. Please, as I'm quite busy at work... Leave your message after the tone. Those crazy rumors of my death - They're all entirely overblown! So, for now, while I yet draw breath, leave your message after the tone. If… Continue reading Beeeep! or: After the tone
A big step forward After seven-and-a-half years of working in communications for an NGO that advocates for religious freedom in Israel, I've accepted a grant writing position with the Jewish Agency for Israel (JAFI); my official start date is Sunday, May 8th. Change is never easy, of course, and I am incredibly fond of my… Continue reading I got a new job!
A Wayra slave to whims of time parenthood; work; shopping; sleep clocks' hands spin erratically align but fleetingly poetry's portal clicks ~ step through Wayra? The Wayra (Quechua - wind) is a popular verse form of Peru and Bolivia. The elements of the Wayra are: 5 lines; syllabic, 5-7-7-6-8;unrhymed. #TankaTuesday The above was written for… Continue reading Whims of time, or: Poetry’s portal
My 1st double etheree sun- rise licks at the hor- izon // marking the birth of the day // time to wake; get everyone ready; bus stop; school; part; work // fi-nal-ly-my-cof-fee-//-oh-that's... nice // sit.ting and plug.ging a.way at my key.board, as my co.work.ers trick.le in // message from mywife // don'tforgettheeggs goatcheesefishwaterfruitsyogurtmilkbread // yes,… Continue reading Daze, or: Days