A poem about crazy glimpses of alternate realities, and my desire to reach beyond my world, into something new.
Loneliness is on the rise, at all levels, and perhaps for good reason. Maybe there is a way to capitalize on it.
Impermanence, no self, non-attachment: no, thanks.
Is a lack of breathing room causing neurosis?
This is a poem about intergenerational memories; ones so powerful they are passed down through the DNA.
"A person should only learn Torah from a place her heart is seeking." (BT AZ 19a)
College was the grand disappointment. It was the kidnapping of my inner self, an abrupt shaking of everything I held dear, a promise of salvation that was horribly forgotten.
