A Sijo EPIGRAPH: The Song My Paddle Sings –E. Pauline Johnson (1861 – 1913) currents roar with voices joined rushing fast toward open seas; yet we bend our backs to water paddles steady against the flood; upstream, we know this rhythm — we will not be swept away d’Verse poetics: Dipping our poetic paddles At… Continue reading Our paddles, or: We know this rhythm→| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
A haibun The middle doors stayed shut. Sweaty, we walked to the front; and he lectured us. Then my ten-year-old retorted that the driver sounded ridiculous. wheels begin to turn— sunlight trickles …| The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱
