A new version of an ancient song from the Haggadah for your Pesach pleasure.
For me, it's Haman. It's not as awkward as it seems, I promise.
Death, you are my hugest fear, but also a sneaky beam of brilliant hope for transcendence.
Everyone's heard about the assumed advantages of living a religious lifestyle. Following my native contrarian tendencies, this piece is a reflection on the pitfalls of being a "religious" person.
No angel of G0d came, no replacement animal happened by the scene. Abraham slashed down at the neck of his blessed son, spilling his blood on the holy mountain.
My crime? I’d rather be having my own ingathering than awaiting an engraved invitation to objectification.
I had thought that I was being observant because it was the right thing to do. I was wrong.
When we are all muddling around in the dark, what will light up the night?
