ה’ב On a second date with the girl who would end up marrying a childhood friend, We walked into a...
this is not a poem about a virus. this is a poem about the sunlight trembling in through the curtains....
A brief collection of poems written during quarantine.
This pandemic is an introvert’s fantasy. I don't have to talk to anyone but myself and G-d.
All my life I have been trying to get rid of my collection of stones
and it’s so fervent it’s clear it won’t last long and I wonder if that’s a message.
If ever you are ready, the cave’s mouth awaits you; the sacred awaits you.
