Can you imagine the practical grace in your thoroughgoing pulsation?
This poem explores the wonders, dangers, and challenges of so many mental and emotional universes coexisting in our world.
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.
Can seemingly small pleasures and appreciation of daily life foster great insight?
A meditation on the demands of memory, and the roots of personal identity
A new version of an ancient song from the Haggadah for your Pesach pleasure.
This practice of our particular brand of loving is an unnerving and relentless remembering.
My crime? I’d rather be having my own ingathering than awaiting an engraved invitation to objectification.