Skipping this writers conference made me feel guilty enough to write a poem.
A poem about yearning for the soul of the soul, for the collective that erases the one, for the wholeness of oneness within the collective, for Gd inside and out.
Be brave in the face of the unknown. Step forward and receive our communication.
Our dog finds a newborn squirrel.Brings it to me held in his mouthundamaged, dewy, breathing.Logan gently relents,drops the wet younglingin...
For thirteen years I never knew not to wear a tallis.
Without intending to be nostalgic for a time that isn’t mine
Choices of all kinds fill our lives. Maybe they're meaningless; maybe they're everything. I tend towards an intermediate approach....
