Fall Day

I’m excited and honored to announce that my poem “Are We Like That First Fall Day?” has been published on Thewiseowl.com. It also...

They Call Me Mellow Yellow

I’m learning to like yellow. Not love, mind you, just like. That’s a big accomplishment for me. For years, okay, pretty much forever,...

Gardens and Grief

I’ve started to think about the garden and the growing season. My father loved his garden and couldn’t wait until the weather was warm...

The Art of Light

Rav Abraham Isaac Kook, (1865-1935), one of the fathers of religious Zionism, said in a conversation with a Jewish sculptor, “When I...

Failing

I’ve been thinking about failure these days. I owe it to an interview with a man who is a glassblower. The interviewer asked, “What is...

Writing Like Riding

I’ve been working on a long poem. And by long, I mean around 30-40 pages. My father died ten years ago. I stopped writing about six...

Opening Lines

I’ve been thinking about opening lines lately. “Call Me Ishmael”, or “Once upon a midnight dreary” or “It was the best of times. It was...

Seduction: Out of Eden

Jaclyn Piudik and I are writing a series of poems about the Biblical story of Creation through the Expulsion from the Garden. Two Poems...

Swimming and Writing

I’ve been thinking about synchronized swimming – but it's now called artistic swimming. I watched as much as I could during the Summer...

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