Thursday, September 12, 2024

HAND WRITTEN OVER TWO NIGHTS

Processing my life
I am laying on my bed
Wanting to detox
That story about
the Xs on the foreheads
sits there on my screen
And the irony
is hot, I find it striking
how fitting it is
Our phones are the
wheat that makes us all crazy
this haiku, my X
Marking my forehead
my phone in the other room
I'm writing by hand
Write me a letter
send it through a blue mailbox
so we'll remember...
II
...I'm thinking again
about Rebbe Nachman's wheat
and the forehead marks
I think we've fallen
in a short number of years
hard, away from G-d
I write on paper
hiding from my phone, in bed
calling out to G-d
G-d bless us to read
to write each other and speak
heart to heart, off line
Oh my G-d, bless me
to work with you and be free
and learn how to see Written Nov 23 2021

 

Monday, September 2, 2024

Tuesday, July 9, 2024

And when they won it
some back stories fell away.
Better that they don't.

Monday, June 17, 2024