“Suddenly, tired, my mojo has expired, no more spark, I’m in the dark, I feel the end of this day, my mood is grey, I can’t think straight, my poetry ain’t great, there’s nothing there, I’ve lost my bit of flair. It’s time to call time on this day, nothing more to do nor say, except that tomorrow is another day, a new start for me and my ...

Writer’s block, the clock shows me the passage of time,I’m without a rhyme to show for it,not a word on the paper,nothing an hour later. There’s nothing there,all I do is stare at the ceiling,hoping, in vain, for some healingin my brain,the creative cells,hoping for an awakening,the sound of bells chiming in my head,calling me to attentionwith the ...

"Ziv’s off the day after tomorrow, I’ve got no time to borrow, in the blink of an eye, the present’s in the past, it doesn’t last, it flies by far too fast. Time, we don’t own it, we can’t control it, we can’t slow it down, soon, Ziv will be at Uni, one minute in student garb, the next in his finery and academic ...

"I was thinking over Shabbos (Shabbat) and the need arosefor this piece of prose…  A Shabbos of mixed emotions, sadness and pride, I cried, it being my son's last Shabbos before going to England, to uni, to read law, knowing that, on Wednesday, he’ll be walking through the door,  leaving home, not that he should ever feel alone- this will always be ...

"Further to my poem this morning,which doubtless had most of you yawning, the poem about Ziv and Romi flying the nest(some, it seems, thought the poem one of my best),I have been advised that my condition of sadness,to add to my condition of madness,is ‘Empty Nest Syndrome’,the children leaving home and mum and dad living alone. Well, ...