Fortunately, in a few hours, National Novel-Writing Month will be over, in as far as I can make out. I have strictly ignored it. I write poems, so the month for me to pay attention to comes in the springtime. So what did you all ignore during the month of November? “Practically everyone in New … Continue reading nonanowrimo
A child said, What is the grass? by Walt Whitman A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of … Continue reading A child said, What is the grass?
I have never seen an etrog before. Those of you who are, like me, not observant Jews, might wonder, “What is an etrog?” It is a fruit. Of the citrus family. I think they are not eaten, though, like are their cousins, the orange, the lemon, and the lime. Less than 24 hours to the … Continue reading Odd members of the citrus family