A brief collection of poems written during quarantine.
Valentine Shmalentine, where're my Devorah-hearts at?
Our lives require so much braveryto live! to love! to write! to believe! If every poem is a love letter...
Often we focus in Elul on what we did wrong,
sometimes we need to focus on what we didn’t do,
sometimes we need to promise to do more,
not to do "better" at what we already know
let those familiar things turn numb.
This practice of our particular brand of loving is an unnerving and relentless remembering.
