The tiny car twirled once,
Then crumpled against the concrete barrier,
Inside it, light died down,

Invisible raindrops,
Given instant recognition by passing headlights,
Washed the smoking wreckage,
Off its final sin.

Futures, plans,
And a world full of hopes,
Vanished in an instant,
For all of tomorrows.

Slumped in his seat,
Sat the life student,
An elusive lover,
A free bird.

The saturated earth accepted into her,
The body of a son,
His talents, imagination, and promises,
And the life that was.

The world spun on,
Weaving cobwebs of pain and loss,
And a love cut short,
Yearning a lifetime for completion.


November 30, 2016


,הַלַּיְלָה, בְּאַרְבַּע וַרֶבַע לִפְנוֹת בֹּקֶר
,הָלַכְתִּי לְטַיֵּל עִם אַבָּא שֶׁלִּי
,הֶחְנֵיתִי אֶת הָאוֹטוֹ
,בְּצַּד הַכְּבִישׁ, לְיַד הַפַּארְק
.וְנָעַלְתִּי אוֹתוֹ

,אַבָּא כְּבָר חִכָּה שָׁם
.לְיַד הַנַּחַל
,הִתְחַלְנוּ לָלֶכֶת
,דִּבַּרְנוּ עַל דְּבָרִים
.שֶׁעוֹמְדִים לִקְרוֹת
,אֲנִי לֹא זוֹכֵר עַל מָה בְּדִיּוּק
,אֶלָּא רַק שֶׁהֵם הָיוּ דְּבָרִים מוּזָרִים

,אַבָּא לָבַשׁ אֶת הַחֲלִיפָה הַחוּמָה הַמַּצְחִיקָה שֶׁלּוֹ
.אֲנִי לֹא זוֹכֵר לְאָן

.אַבָּא כְּבָר אֵינוֹ פֹּה
,אֵין מַמָּשׁ פַּארְק כָּזֶה
,וְכָל הַדְּבָרִים הַלְּלוּ
,לֹא יִקְרוּ עוֹד
.אַף פַּעַם



Last night, at four-fifteen in the morning,
I went for a walk with my dad.
I parked the car,
By the side of the road, near the park,
And locked it.

Dad already waited there,
By the brook.
We started walking,
And conversing.

We talked about things,
That are about to happen.
I do not remember exactly what about,
Only that they were odd stuff,
And we walked.

Dad wore his funny brown suite,
And we rambled,
I don’t remember where to.

Dad is no longer here.
There isn’t really such a park,
And all these things,
Will not happen,


January 12, 2016

Still Life

Aelbert Jansz. van der Schoor, Vanitas Still Life with Skulls on a Table, 1660

Aelbert Jansz. van der Schoor, Vanitas Still Life (Skulls on a Table), 1660

A silent scream,
From distant time,
Suspended in a darkened room.

An open mouth,
No eyes to see,
Set teeth exposed,
With hollow skulls.

A group of friends,
Or foes till death?
No one to tell,
Of end demise.

Day come, day go,
The scene a freeze,
Old dust specks rest,
In canvas weaves.


January 27, 2016

Stone Horse

Stone horse stands still at hill side,
Valley meadow strings in green and brown,
Wind floats flocks of birds at sky high,
Swirls autumn leaves to final rest below.

Life rise and fades at stone horse giant footstep,
Often taking refuge in its serene shade,
Stone horse makes a step in a millennium,
On his way to meet awaiting mare.


July 18, 2015

American Eulogy

(AP Photo/Phelan M. Ebenhack)

When I am shot,
Please do not feel sorry for me,
Do not pray for me,
Or keep me in your thoughts.

When I am shot,
It will likely be an act of random violence,
A chance encounter with one bullet,
Perhaps a few more.

When I am shot,
I may die instantly,
Or bleed to death,
Lying on the ground.

Instead, I could just be maimed,
Like so many gunshot victims,
Living handicapped life,
Once the news cycle turns.

I will be shot,
Someone will be, for sure,
Later today, tomorrow, you never choose,
It just happens a lot.

Oh America, my beloved,
The land of the free,
Apple pie, baseball,
Sky-high dreams,
And the AR-15

Here, oh great nation,
Life of liberty and happiness,
Is contingent on,
The freedom to possess,
Weapons of war.

So, friends and compatriots,
When I or you are shot,
Do not cry, do not despair,
It will be for a great cause,
The freedom to be murdered.


June 15, 2016



The feral crawled down into the pit,
And spent some untold time there,
When the sun disappeared it emerged,
A gemstone shining its path.

,יַרַָד הַפֶּרֶא אֶל הַבּוֹר
,שַהָה שָׂם אֵי זְמַן
,וּכְשֶׁיַּרָד הַיּוֹם עָלָה הוּא
.וּבְרֹאשׁוֹ אֶבֶן אוֹר

October 7, 2013













Blind Spot

I’m underwater,
In the pavement,
Hear my voice.

Gagged and blind,
By great a burden,
My mind is certain,
Feel my thought.

Here beside you,
Finger distant,
Thick as iron,
Clear as air.

Shame not, bar pity,
Tears like rain are.
Save awareness,
Peace behold.


July 6, 2013

יום הזיכרון

,שָׁלוֹם חֲבֵרִים
,מִזְּמַן לֹא הִתְרַאֵינוּ
,קָשֶׁה כָּכָה
.אֲנִי לֹא בְּעִנְיָן שֶׁל מַצֵּבוֹת
,מִדֵּי פַּעַם יוֹצֵא לִי לְדַבֶּר אִתְּךָ
,אוֹ אִתְּךָ
.אוֹ אִתְּךָ
,אַף פַּעַם לֹא בַּיַּחַד
.וְתָמִיד בְּזְּמַנִּים לֹא מְתֻכְנָנִים

,שָׁלוֹם חֲבֵרִים
,עָבַר הָמוֹן זְמַן מֵאָז שֶׁהִתְרַאֵינוּ
.שָׁנִים, יוֹבְלוֹת, חַיִּים שְׁלֵּמִּים
,קָרוּ מִלְיוֹן דְּבָרִים מֵאָז
,לִמּוּדִים, מִשְׁפָּחָה, קַרְיֵירָה
.דְּבָרִים שֶׁל מְבֻגָּרִים
,אַתֶּם נִשְׁאַרְתֶּם אָז
,בְּנֵי עֶשְׂרִים וּמַשֶּׁהוּ
.אוֹ אֲפִלּוּ לֹא כִּמְעַט

,שָׁלוֹם חֲבֵרִים
.חַיִּים שְׁלֵּמִּים חָלְפוּ מֵאָז הַתִּיכוֹן וְהַצָּבָא
.הַיּוֹם הוּא יוֹם שֶׁבּוֹ זוֹכְרִים אֶת כֻּלָּם בְּבַת אַחַת
,קָשֶׁה, כִּי אָז כֻּלָּם שָׁם
,וְרוֹעֵשׁ וְעָמוּס וּמֵעִיק
.וְאֵין אֶת הָאִינְטִימִיוּת שֶׁבְּשִׂיחָה שְׁקֵטָה וְאַקְרָאִית
.בִּכְלָל, בָּתֵּי קְּבָרוֹת הֵם לֹא מָקוֹם בִּשְׁבִיל זֶה
,עָדִיף אוּלַי לְהַמְתִּין כַּמָּה יָמִים
.לְשׁוֹךְ הַטְּקָסִים וְכַתָּבוֹת הַזִיכָּרוֹן
,נַמְשִׁיךְ לְשׂוֹחֵחַ אָז


Memorial Day

Hello friends,
We haven’t seen each other for some time,
It’s tough this way,
I am not really into gravestones.
From time to time I get to talk with you,
Or with you,
Or with you,
Never at the same time,
And always at unplanned times.

Hello friends,
We haven’t seen each other for a long time,
Years, jubilees, a whole life time,
A million things had happened since,
Studies, family, career
Adult things.
You remained then,
Twenty-something old,
Or not even that.

Hello friends,
A lifetime had passed since high school and the army service,
Today is a day we remember everyone at once.
It’s difficult because everyone is there,
And it’s loud and busy and onerous,
And there isn’t the intimacy of a quiet random conversation.
Anyway, cemeteries are not a place for that.
Perhaps it’s better to wait a few days,
For the cessation of the ceremonies and memorial editorials,
We shall continue to talk then,


May 10, 2016

Two Hundred Grounded Sheep

Two Hundred Grounded SheepNight had draped its gloomy cast,
Over hill and meadow,
Two hundred sheep stand still,
Their shadows murky pools in the dark grass.

Shepherd dogs lay to the side,
Their ears perked for the night clatters,
Eyes closed,
The soft wind swirls over distant scents,
To their wet snouts

Bleats are produced and returned,
As the herd graze in laud silence,
Bats take sharp turns over head,
Chasing elusive mosquito clouds,
Swarming in the rising warm breath.

First call for help is heard beyond the distance,
Heads turn in the direction of the farm fence,
Jaws move in constant ruminant,
No hoof is lifted for a run.

More calls arrive, repeated,
People in their beds, lay waiting for a count,
Eyes closed, or staring at the ceiling,
The fence remains unchallenged,
The world remains awake.


January 21, 2015


My first trip back through time took place on early Monday,
Just as I awoke from slumber deep,
Strolled into the bathroom for some water,
When I sensed an urge so deep to sneeze.

The oddest charge came rushing through my body,
Sensation I had never known before,
The ringer in my nose turned quite alarming,
I sneezed, and found myself in Harvard square.

The time looked like a day from middle sixties,
Given by the way the crowd was dressed,
Dr. King spoke from behind the podium,
People cheered at front, I sneezed again.

In my bathroom, staring at the mirror,
Confusion with reality mixed to match,
Did I wake, or was I still a dreaming?
As I pondered that I sneezed again.

Band rehearsal, high school banners hanging,
Mr. Young directs with confident hand,
I stood there at the center of horn section,
The music stopped at once, I sneeze again.

What to do? I washed my face with water,
This time voyage was getting out of hand,
All I had on was a pair of boxers,
Brushed my teeth, got ready, no, too late.

Silent meadow, farm house, barn, horizon,
Piston engine sound behind the trees,
Bi-plan soared above into the heavens,
Gunshot, whizz, I’d better sneeze again.

In the shower, wash in steaming water,
Just can’t sneeze, no way, no way, no how,
Should I call my doc or physics professor?
Dried myself and dressed for any chance.

Dialed the school, ”Is Doctor Karnes available?”
Told my day in brief, he laughed so hard,
Maybe I should come to sneeze in tandem,
Doctor laughed, “Sure, let’s give that a chance.”

In his office, “Sure you’re sane, not crazy?”
Silence, stood together by his desk,
“I have class to teach in twenty minutes”
A sneeze was growing within, I grabbed his hand.

In an instant, we are in some forest,
Pawpawsaurus growled right to our left,
Doctor Karnes retreated to the bushes,
“NO!” I yelled for him and sneezed again.

Back at Doctor’s office I stood silent,
What was I to do? My heart sank low,
Secret held, I walked out of the building,
Better go and get some nasal spray.


November 21, 2013