December 9-15, 2019: Poetry from Richard Leach and Richard Shavei-Tzion


Richard Leach and Richard Shavei-Tzion

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Richard Leach
richarddoleleach@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Richard Leach is a poet and visual artist in Stamford, CT. The sacred poetry he began writing while serving as a United Church of Christ pastor has been set to music by many composers, and is widely published and sung. His secular poetry has appeared in print in Rattle and online in various publications. Find his self-published collections at lulu.com/rleach, as well as his book The Song Itself here.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Richard Leach and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Purple Toe

Can I admit to anyone
that I sprained my left big toe
by catching it in my pant leg
pulling on my pants?
Of course not.
Forget you read this.


Noted

We began buying
organic bananas
instead of whatever bananas
and now sometimes
we have organic
fruit flies.


What the Wealthy Man Bought

A billion dollar house

A billion dollar car

A billion dollar yacht

A billion dollar art collection

A billion dollar trip to the moon and back

A billion dollar artificial heart

A billion dollar funeral

A billion dollar coffin

 

 

 


Richard Shavei-Tzion
rs-wcm@zahav.net.il

Bio (auto)

Richard Shavei-Tzion is an autodidact in all his avocations. He is the author of “Poetry in the Parasha” and his occasional articles on human interest have been published in news publications around the Jewish world. His “Prayer for the Preservation of the Environment” has been read in synagogues and venues from the Western Wall to New Zealand.  He is the director of the Ramatayim Men’s Choir, which over the past 25 years has performed extensively in Israel and across Europe and he has led High Holidays services for the past thirty-five years in South Africa, Israel, the U.S.A. and Canada. Richard’s photographic work has been displayed in solo and group exhibitions. An accountant by profession, he manages a property and medical management company.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Richard Shavei-Tzion and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


The last thing my father did for me

After I got the call
A summons to go far away
To serve the ancestral community
I went to my father’s modest bed,
He was young and withered and eaten inside
I placed my dilemma squarely in his skeletal hands,
Gave him the yoke of my responsibility
And he said yes,
I will wait
He said yes knowing that one last time
He must defy the angels
Even when most would welcome them.

Before my journey
I placed my arms around his bony back
For fear that his body would defeat his will
I held his head in my shoulder
Then left.

From far
I asked who will live, who will die
Knowing the answer

It was the last thing my father did for me
He waited.
No, not like we wait for a casual rendezvous
Or an anticipated milestone,
Not for Abraham’s moment poised for sacrifice,
But through days of pain and nights of contemplation,
When there was no life left to live for
He tarried at the door of peace
Until after my return.