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.
Sometimes I pray because I don’t know what else to do, then drive myself crazy till sunset.
All my life I have been trying to get rid of my collection of stones
