Sunday Haiku
Never do I write a poem on Sunday morning even though I could
Category: Poetry
Sometimes a Poem Exists When it Didn’t Before
Unscheduled days absolutely no subliminal message no need for urgent descriptions of people or politics (although a woman yesterday, Pnina, kibbutznik who moved...
Talking with Strangers, a Clarification
(Thank you for the many people who emailed me CONCERNED that I was suddenly not talking to strangers. Of course I am. I just don’t want to discuss Paras...
Even Though It Is Saturday
The day of rest The day of brunch The day of bringing back all library books Still there is a poem.
Iowa (or Caucuses)
Iowa sits between the Missouri and the Mississippi rolling plains cornfields wild canary state bird wild rose the flower what we know and what we don’t m...
Jacob Comes from the Ukraine and Drove a Cab for 25 Years
(When someone picks us up in a car to take us to the airport, I feel like writing a poem. This is a mid-serial bonus) Jacob picks us up on time and he is...