Shehecheyanu
Half raisin, half grape holding fast to the vine, we’ve nursed our petty ailments like newborn pups and survived another year. We raise our cups of wine and give thanks for reaching this season, for living long enough to… Read more ›
Half raisin, half grape holding fast to the vine, we’ve nursed our petty ailments like newborn pups and survived another year. We raise our cups of wine and give thanks for reaching this season, for living long enough to… Read more ›
After searching for a mattress on the web for over a month, sifting through reviews and forums, reading the litany of kudos and complaints, he began to see his whole life in terms of ratings. He missed the five star… Read more ›
watch us pirouette prima donnas of the air multiplying until the brown grass becomes a patchwork quilt of many colors rake us in your sleep you’ll never be rid of us aim the blower at us we spiral into the… Read more ›
it’s easy to pretend there’s nothing wrong that you simply slept too long drank too much last night that a cold is coming on that it’s your losses in the market or the somber winter morning that oppress you … Read more ›
Propelled by last night’s heavy rains, the leaves pirouette to the ground, blanketing the brown sere grass in a quilt of many colors, clogging the downspouts, filling in the tunnels the moles had dug out in the spring. A… Read more ›
The twinkie is extinct, they recently announced. We used to nail them to the wall to see how long they would last. I guess even the finest chemicals can’t preserve things forever. Take the bible thumpers who believe the Grand… Read more ›
you started as a humble shepherd fed the poor and soon became the patron saint of cooks and kitchens but absent-minded as I am I know you best as the finder of lost things I´ll do a little dance for… Read more ›
Survivors they hang on like plants well past their season dolled up in beehive hairdos heavy mascara and rouged cheeks the earth may want them but damned if they’ll go gently into that awful night to be acknowledged only… Read more ›
He planted the roses in the wrong season, deceived by the string of balmy days into thinking spring had come. He churned up the soil and mixed it with peat moss and bone meal. He laid down a two inch… Read more ›
I’m sick of all your sophistry your stories of how suffering somehow ennobles the spirit your assurances that we’re your chosen people. Chosen for what – the camps? OK you created death as the price we paid for knowledge as… Read more ›