A poem about craving immortality, seeking home, and meeting a mediocre God.
A poem about my potential encounter with my deceased grandmother one Yom Kippur—and fear, doubt, mystery, and the mystical power of the sun.
Chaya lays down the details of why she lives in Israel. With story, spoken word and soul.
We hunger to love the undiscovered, we long to grow fond of wanting, help us remember what we have forgotten.
Last summer it was the 3 boys....this Sukkot it is the 4 parents.
Let us be humble as the dust and yet great enough to muster the world's direst of prayers.
There is a little whisper within you. It speaks discreetly, yet yearns to be heard.
