• Aleph

     

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     אָלּף Aleph is the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet, or Aleph-Bet.  It is pronounced AH-lef, and is silent.

    Like Israel herself, Aleph has a unique story, as do all the letters of the Aleph-bet. This letter symbolizes the One-ness and the timelessness of G-d. Even its name, Aleph, which is derived from the Hebrew word Aluph, (master) alludes to the Divine attributes of G-d.

    The Aleph has the numerical value (gematria) of One. The Midrash tells us that one day, G-d Himself had spoken to the Aleph and appointed it king of the Aleph-Bet: “You are one, I am One, and the Torah is one.” G-d then promised that Aleph would be the first letter of the first word of the Ten Commandments. (Exodus 20:2)

    א is the first letter of  םדא Adam; Human Beings, G-d’s masterpiece. When G-d created  Adam, the angels were certain he was a divine being because Adam embodied every aspect of Creation. His intellect was even more acute than that of the angels, as it was Adam, not they, who had the capability to provide the animals with names. It was also Adam, and later Abraham who, per His request, gave G-d His Name: ‘For You it is fitting to be called Adonai, [My Master] since You are the Master of All (Tanchuma Bereishit).’

    Each of the letters in the Aleph-Bet has a lesson for us. Aleph’s is that we shouldn’t hesitate to take on seemingly monumental tasks, as small accomplishments eventually lead to major achievements.

     

  • Owning It

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    This week’s prompt at the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Writing Challenge is the word, “Nail-biter.”

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    “Bubba-Jean?”

    “Wut.”

    “I gotta know fer sher. Izzat my baby yer carryin’, or izzit that dadgum Billy-Bob’s?

    “Ain’t neither, Nimrod.”

    “Wut are you sayin’?

    “It’s my baby, Stoopid!”

     

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  • Tap

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    “So, Tap,” the bartender began, “What is it you do, exactly?”

    “I run hot & cold,” he shrugged. “It depends.”

    “On what?”

    “On whether they turn the “H” knob or the “C” knob.”

    “They…who?”

    “You know–the freaks with opposable thumbs.”

  • The Reunion

    My funeral is exactly as I’d envisioned: Shasta daisies and giant Calla Lilies just like the kind that grow around Alcatraz Island.

    Alcatraz Island Flowers
    Alcatraz Island Flowers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

    They even got the songs right: Don’t Fear the Reaper and Jambalaya. The part that goes, “Goodbye Joe, me gotta go…me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou…” Spot On!

    Not much of a turn-out, but then, who’s left?

    I’d been dreaming of this moment for years.

    In a few minutes I’ll be with the people and pets I love best—forever!

     

    I’m living the dream, man!

     

     

    Finally.

     

  • The Winter Tree

    The oak’s limbs are frostbitten.

    Icy moonlight dances between them and a glistening mosaic pirouette commences.

    Its aching branches sparkling terribly as the

    willow watches from afar,

    weeping.

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  • Night Shift

    “Crap!” She slammed the phone down.

    The sitter cancelled again; right before Louise’s shift.

    The baby usually slept through the night…

    Louise grabbed her keys and tip-toed out,

    as her forgotten cigarette smoldered.

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    A lit cigarette in white ashtray with manipulated skull smoke effect (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
  • To Happen

    It’s no use pretending that it didn’t happen.

    And it will keep on happening.

    Scotch crazy and martini wild

    days of secret tears and bad imagination.

    Acid-washed nights in torn memories–faded

    blue jeans frayed and dragging the street like the

    Fear and hopeless

    pain in my soul’s heart.

    I want you back. Please try. C’mon.

    For me?

    The gray marble slab tells the world

    that it’s over―and been over for two full

    moons.  You’re gone, it says.

    I say no.

    Not just no, but Hell no.

    I want  us

    To happen again.

    English: Graveyard in Barnes
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