Jay Friedenberg is a member of the Haiku Society of America and Spring Street Haiku Group in New York City. He is currently serving as Associate Editor for frogpond, the journal for the Haiku Society of America. He has had his work accepted in numerous U.S. and international journals and is the winner of multiple awards and honorable mentions in haiku contests.
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I love how I can hear the whistling sound of the teakettle in the end and internal rhyme and alliteration. I love your capture of our historical moment so much I will need to use it as an epigram.
OMG, I love this so much. You've managed to illustrate all our internal screams through this teapot, while also honoring our housebound habits of keeping that tea coming – whether for caffeine or calm – during this historical time. Perfect.
I love how I can hear the whistling sound of the teakettle in the end and internal rhyme and alliteration. I love your capture of our historical moment so much I will need to use it as an epigram.
OMG, I love this so much. You've managed to illustrate all our internal screams through this teapot, while also honoring our housebound habits of keeping that tea coming – whether for caffeine or calm – during this historical time. Perfect.
Perfect!
Indeed, we are all with you in this (virtual) kitchen. Thank-you, Jay!
Best small poem I've seen for ages…
I can relate as we have had to resort to our steam kettle for various reasons.
warm regards,
Alan
Tension and frustration captured in a kettle! Highly effective, Jay.
marion