I went to a store today,gloved and masked,as is the current custom. Approaching another customerI smiled. Behind my maskA habitual friendly gesture. Who could see that smile?And who cares?And how do I knowif that smile was returned? So, what is going to happen now?Are we all going to stop smilingto...
ה’ב On a second date with the girl who would end up marrying a childhood friend, We walked into a...
The more observant I become, the further I feel from my family.
this is not a poem about a virus. this is a poem about the sunlight trembling in through the curtains. this is not a poem about dying. this is a poem about the willows shimmying and the time v told me, you’ll know you’re where you need to be when...
My child is Jewish. And Black. Black and Jewish.