yes, the sea was still wild after the storm. not evilly wild, maybe even joyfully wild. But we made the mistake of trying to walk along the shore and after filling our soles with tar and soot, it chased us away.
Even the buoy couldn’t stand up to the storm.
And the poor trees along the shore suffered as well.
i keep thinking of the poem by Adelaide Crapsey: “On Seeing Weather-beaten Trees”
I keep getting asked why i don’t write sonnets, ghazals, villanelles, haikus. Today I got the answer from Tad Richards. It’s a great article and I highly recommend it. Click here for it.
YOU try talking about the holocaust. I’m having so much difficulty getting myself together to read some poems and talk about them today: If you want to come and support me and Sabine join up and click here.
so i got so excited about the partisans last night i went back to review all the information i had gathered years ago about my aunt. Yes, it was there:
Because Michael Kagan mentioned his participation in a zoom tonight at the Ghetto Fighters Association – Lochanei HaGhettaot, I was able to join in. Michael was one of the stars, talking about his father’s participation in the escape tunnel. And the evening was so fascinating that I clung to every detail throughout the two hours, wishing I could get a question in about my aunt and her fate. all i have are different stories in different books. and a slide of 60 fighters divided into 3 groups.
there are other faceless people in the chart, but only my aunt is a woman.
i’ll be talking a little more about her tomorrow at 1 EST here
sometimes a chance conversation leads you into strange places. i’m sure my granddaughter was not expecting these answers, but they elicited a true story I would never have thought of telling:
So what have you been up to, Grandma?
We bought a slingshot not realizing it’s considered a weapon and it was stopped at customs
the slingshot sounds fun, a shame they wouldn’t let you keep it
We’ll make our own slingshots.
what will you do with them?
Scare the wild parrots who eat the flowers off the tree in front of our window
It’s a problem now because in the lockdown we kind of adopted a wild cat who comes to eat every day and then leaves. But she has to let us know when she is downstairs and needs to get in the door. For a while she was calling us from outside the window . But now she climbs the tree and looks in our window and meows. When she sees us, she climbs down and goes to wait at the door. But if we start shooting beans at the birds , she’ll get scared and fall out of the tree…
She’s an old cat. She has to watch her step. See? We have an exciting life.