Poetry
Why I was late
I go in with a list, but the late summer harvest says otherwise
Reeds
“We are the watchers along the shores/
guarding these waters, and those who pass through them”
Mother Blessings
Gather together and hear, oh daughters
Come listen to the wisdom of your Mothers:
Callings III
The murmuration of holy beings reveals this secret:
strange fire surrounds the throne still
amber flashes dancing before the Ancient One.
In the End: Poetry inspired by Parshat Miketz
In this no-man’s land the place between, narrow and deep bleached bones rise from desert waves. No amount of grain can make me whole. no flour, no Torah The wound opened before I was even born. Wounds in womb and cistern gashes on an altar, seizing and grasping at heels, voices in shadow and darkness […]
For Joseph: A poem inspired by Parashat Vayeshev
What does it mean to belong?
