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A Dizain So tired of being questioned for our claim,We persist, though long tired of explaining.Their tongues assign us origins of shame,But ours have found no use in refraining(Though—of patience—we've little remaining).Our deep connection? Called contractual;Our detractors' words? Counterfactual.This ancient hatred none can comprehend—They would erase our roots, though tactual.Still—erasure’s not how our story ends.… Continue reading No Jews, no news, or: Endless explanations →
Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants read… Continue reading W3 Prompt #196: Wea’ve Written Weekly →
Came to study Torah, a year, maybe two, then back to the USA. Stayed for that one person, with borrowed certainty, without models, before belonging. Rules answered faces; time loosened, then snapped; voices overlapped— public, daily, everywhere. Even now: what a trip, I say. d'Verse Quadrille The above poem is my take on d’Verse’s Quadrille… Continue reading Came, and: Stayed →
A Sijo here, a small measure of words set down without a promise; it cannot know what you need or shape itself to fit you; whether these can meet what you lack is left unanswered even now What Do You See 325 For WDYS, Sadje offers us a photo taken by Maximus Mazar (Unsplash). The… Continue reading Here, a small measure, or: Words →
The questions people ask Friends who visit Israel often ask me the same question. We’ll be sitting at a café, talking, and at some point someone will ask whether I regret making Aliyah, or whether I would recommend it. I understand the question, but I’ve come to think it’s the wrong one. Regret assumes continuity—that… Continue reading Aliyah without a container →
A 'memento' poem I reconnected with a friendfrom childhood long agoonline—drafted a message, grinned, pressed send,and shot off that helloof mine.We reminisced then of our youth,of boyish silliness,of games—laughed at forgotten jokes uncouthand old ridiculousnicknames. Memento? A poem about a holiday or an anniversary or meaningful moment held in memory; Two stanzas as follows: Syllabic:… Continue reading Then, or: Our youth →
A two-person 'Rengay' By Jan and David db- winter apartment hot shower scalds cold backside at last, my bum thaws jh- snow coated world outside deep inside something melted db- newfound belonging loosens a knot in my chest — breath settles inward jh- world is heating up snowstorm mirrors… Continue reading Winter apartment, or: A rengay →
A Sijo I give my orchid a cube watching it melt and drip down slow; this seems odd for the tropics for leaves born of the heat and rain; it’s not the cold these roots crave but the plip-plip recalling home Sijo? A Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka and comprised of three lines of 14-16 syllables… Continue reading For leaves born, or: The heat and rain →
Poem: perhaps it’s true that i’m the leak in their perfect bucket — thirty years tipping tax into a cracked state, still blamed for the water pooling on the floor. i walk hospital corridors where the loud won’t tread, hold hands the proud won’t touch, clean bodies the outraged prefer not to see. still, i’m… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘I Am the Drain’ by Dennis Johnstone →
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