THE PAIN IN MY CHEST Is growing by the hour. I hope it’s heartburn.
Tag: haiku and environs
Staple and meat of
Poets and coffeehouses.
Some might even rhyme..
First Graf: The Dharma Bums
THIS IS THE ONLY NOVEL ever recommended by a friend who told me, “Neal, we’re in a book.” (It’s also the first Kerouac work I ever read.) It was 1981, and my friend and I were going through our Dilettante…
Haiku: Timeless Time
THE SPACE ON THE CLOCK Between the Tick and the Tock. Have a good Shabbos!
Haiku: The Nameless Name
THAT-WHICH-SOME-CALL-“GOD“: Universal, non-dual. What is It for you?
Not Like It Used To Was
Mom in the drug store Called out to her son: “Brooklyn!” Am I getting old?
Haiku for Uncertain Weather
Slate-thin clouds cover shoulders that lately knew sun. Make up your mind, God.
Windstorm Stylist
Scary loud gusts brush From the trees’ green-flowing hair Stray twigs and branches.
Autumn Sunday
ELEVEN A. M., September the twenty-fifth — Rain hits Sonoma.
Then
EVEN AFTER TEN YEARS, THE memories and pain are still fresh when I think of them. I don’t think of them often. My habit in those days was to check the Ha’aretz news ticker with my morning coffee. “Hmm… soccer…
I Am In Love With Edna St. Vincent Millay
EVIDENTLY, SHE WROTE A POEM in 1928 called “Dirge With Music.” I have not yet read any of her other works, but I hope they’re like this one. The last stanza says it all: Down, down, down into the darkness…
Love to a Cat
HAD I NOT BEEN SWIFT, He would have brought the rat in. It’s the thought that counts.
The Poet
HE COULDN’T TELL WHETHER HE loved beauty or women more until the day he called his mom and said “Guess what? I’m marrying a sunset.”