This is a poem I wrote at start of my main blog - Nov 22, 2004:

Alone In A Nice Restaurant

Sometimes I imagine myself a child
seeing videos of me now
And this is one of the scenes
that I couldn't believe

I stop doing what never works
Trying to relax
Put down the pen and breathe
and breathe and breathe and breathe

Israel. 2012

I used to feel connected
Sitting with You as one
Now I’m feeling tired
Forced, under the gun

Up against a wall
I beg You, fill my cup
Hear me and receive me
Please please lift me up

June 17, 2015

 Alley Pond Boulevard

My dad reads me

Bible stories from

the bottom of my

parents' bed and

I am five, and

mom's not dead

And then I go

to visit him in

Assisted Living -

Friday night again,

and he'll ask me

to remind him

of the parsha

And I pray to

remember what

just came to me,

to cherish now -

like my youth,

so perishable.

3 yrs ago

 Mostly we're curt and less thought brings more hurt

as depth takes a backseat to impulsive tweets:

Less is more today

not in a good way

less words cause more pain

now and then again

so children's foul play

a big, ugly melee

like a comb-over toupee

in a paper cafe

causes us to delay

attempts to defray

this sad sad display

and even emails are passe

so long words can't stay

as we all obey

this short sad way

of less being more

as we give away the store

make a deal with a wrong door

and the rule is that you can't say

that someone else can't play

even if they're "cray"

so the truth gets spayed

and the truth gets betrayed

and we eat this buffet

off of a hot golden tray

we destroy the cachet

let ourselves be slayed

by our self-fueled decay

And I know it's a cliche'

but we're going to pay.

 I Light Candles

sometimes

for the smell

sometimes

for the flame

sometimes

for the spirit

sometimes

maybe

even for fun

sometimes

for birthdays

sometimes

for parties

sometimes

for cakes

sometimes

to decorate

sometimes

to create

sometimes

for ambiance

of comedy

or romance

sometimes