[powerpress] Zila’s brother was shot while sitting out in front of his house—gunned down, no apparent reason. Zila’s family can’t attend the funeral because it’s too dangerous to go there, to Mexico—or is it Guatemala? It hardly matters; the story could be true in either place, or in just about any US city, for that…
Month: April 2011
another kiddish for our kaddish
Mira, your writing and thinking and worldview blow me away on a regular, delightful basis. This is me saying in front of God and everybody what an honor it is to be your collaborator.
daily kaddish: for Jewel Cannon Wells Goodner Rymer
A kaddish for this woman who appreciated the humanity of the royals, and may Wills and Kate live out the happiness that eluded his parents.
national poetry month
Thought I’d better get this in before it isn’t April any more. I think next year, the whole month of April’s posts should be in poetry. I’d be pretty proud if I could manage it. This poem I stumbled on searching through my replacement computer after the crash of my favorite but unreliable old one,…
daily kaddish: for still more tornado victims
Last night I played a lullaby for the several dozen tornado victims in Alabama. That number has continued to grow today as officials across the southeast tally the losses. When last I checked the news this afternoon, it had risen to 150, and as of right now the New York Times is reporting that the death toll nears 300.
A Kaddish for my mother, Ruth Leavitt Kadish
It’s been 7 months since my mother’s passing on September 19, 2010.
the shikse makes more charoset—& mrs tzaddik doesn’t care
After years of making the weak, watery Ashkenaz muck that Mira so disdains, I ran across this recipe in the The New York Times Passover Cookbook, credited to Larry Bain and Catherine Pantsios as an adaptation of his gramma’s.
daily kaddish: tornado victims’ lullaby
Dozens of people have already been reported killed in tornados sweeping through Alabama today. I didn’t feel like playing Kogan’s “Kaddish” tonight. Instead, I improvised a sort of lullaby for those people and their loved ones.
daily kaddish: for lost histories
I’ve spent the evening digging through ancestry.com and a box of old family photos—most unlabeled—mixed up with big envelopes of negatives (also unlabeled except that they were ordered from Bismarck, North Dakota by my great-grampa (Mom’s dad’s dad) Herman L Selvig from Plaza, North Dakota. I haven’t been able to make a whole lot of sense of most of it.