My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
A poem about the loneliness and invisibility of aging single women in the Jewish community, together with the vulnerability that comes with being on one's own.
Chaya's riff on being a Jewish Feminist. And a spoken-word rendering of the teaching of the Diminishment of the Moon.
We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
How could they predict you’d claim your scars as splendor?
Children are being torn from the arms of their mothers.
I know the words to the niggun when you think you’re only saying ai yai yai.
