26.09.2025

At horizon's soft, smudged edge, 

Grey bay fades into sky

No division is visible, 

Nor is any necessary.

           "Hamayim vehashamayim"

           ("The Waters, and The Skies")

           As in heaven, so on earth

           And so, it is prescribed. 

24.09.2025

In this ramshackled 

Tumbledown wreck of a home,

The sun yet shines bright through 

Black, brok'n windows

Cracks in the floor, hard won by persistence have 

Giv'n way to soft carpet

Of green 

High up in one corner, of what 

Once was a kitchen

A nest, from which 

Boisterous demands are made

And surrendered to, with 

Patience and love, while there

Hangs in another, 

A hive, hard at work—

     An entire civilisation 

     Buzzing with creation.

In this blight on the neighbourhood, 

This blemish of decay, there is

Beauty, stillborn, everyday. 

On Train Platform 2

"Chaya baseret" the 

Chayalet whispered to her 

Friend as the two walked 

Past, and I thought, 

"What an amazing 

Nom de plume that would make."

08.09.2025

There's something inappropriate in 

How life goes on

Just hours after a pigua

A robocall from my kupa

Horns beeping impatiently outside, and

Garbage trucks. I

Can't relate. It feels rude, 

This inconsistency

Grotesque to refuse

Solidarity. It should stop