Photo: Ofir Asif
It is fact
It is known
It’s beyond
Any doubt,
That there are plenty
(Most)
Things
He knows
Nothing about.
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Branch Out
Photo: Inbar Asif
Branch out
Of your comfort zone.
Go out on a limb
To offer someone else
An arm to hold
A place to perch
Above the fray
And find
Some measure
Of peace.
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Oh So Typical
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It is oh so typical
To pen long lists
Inside my head,
To have such plenty
Meant for doing,
But complete
Just a smidge
Instead.
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The Warp, The Woof
Photo: Atara Katz
Weave the fabric
Of your life.
Reshape
Reuse
The warp,
The woof.
Line up
Soft hues
In the
Foundation
You call
Home.
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A Meter Above
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He came in with a poem.
“I used to hate this stuff,” he noted, holding the page face down so I won’t peek while he explains. “But after you showed me ‘A Light in the Attic’ and told me what all this poetry word salad stuff means …” He grinned, pleased at being able to insert one of the expressions from last week. “I think it’s kinda’ fun, actually.”
He lifted his hand from the page, but left it hovering an inch above the white expanse. “You might not like this,” he warned. “It’s sort of a rap song. You know. People my age like those …”
I chuckled. “I know I’m much older than you but I actually don’t mind rap. It’s only when the language is really inappropriate that I don’t care for it.”
He peered at me, only half-convinced. “Anyway … no cuss words here. Even my mom said it’s fine. The first words are from her fridge magnet thingy.”
He turned the page and cleared his throat. “But tell me if you really like it, okay?” he glanced up, suddenly a lot less certain and a lot more the little boy. He took a deep breath. “Here goes …”
“As above
So below.
We learn more
As we go.
So make sure
To go slow.”
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Things That Matter
Photo: Atara Katz
Congregate
Around the things that matter:
The hopes of young
To grow old
Without being gunned down
By hate long fed.
The voices that have gone
Unheard
By overwhelming glower
And will no more be silenced
By greed or dread.
Congregate
Around those who stand proud
To challenge unjust power.
It is the coming together
Which will pave
New roads
For change.
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The Cost
Assay the cost of
Apathetic heads
Or cheeks that turn
Again
The other way.
Know the high price of
Silence that
Lets massacre
Take hold for yet
Another day.
Do not give in.
Do not let up.
Step forth
And raise your voice
In truth
So it rings clear
Above the fray.
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Conjure Hope
Photo: Ilya Rashap
Conjure hope
From odd bits
Of despair.
Recall the magic
Of compassion
Summoned from thin air.
Remember how small light
Brightens
Everywhere.
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Mnemonically Challenged
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“I failed the test,” she sighed and let her book bag slump to the floor.
“What test, and I’m so sorry.” I responded.
“Social studies. History stuff. I studied so hard!” She plunked herself into the chair. Dejection personified. “Who put all those stupid names and dates in there, anyway?”
“Names and dates can be really difficult to remember,” I noted. “I find it helpful to connect them with the story of what happened, or with something else to remind of what the name or date relate to.”
“Yeah, well,” her eyes rose to meet mine, accusatory at my not understanding she just needed me to let her vent. “But you are not mnemonically challenged!”
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High Ground
Photo: Ofir Asif
When begrimed, muddied waters
Swirl blurred currents of lies
It’s top time to insist
On maintaining
High
Ground.
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