It’s always too late to make peace after the war begins.
Without intending to be nostalgic for a time that isn’t mine
A band of liars and thieves sing a song of desire and atonement.
I believe in G-d today and I think it's making me less clumsy.
Memories from staying with my grandparents in Tashkent after WWII.
Let us know the generousness of wild, abiding and unbounded love.
Is it even a leap of faith if you know you can’t help but land softly?
The language of my soul is a mishmash of all the places my family comes from.
