Listen: let my whisper part the veil, penetrate the matrixed basement membrane, cross the blood-brain barrier, enter your most...
I wish people would raise their children as if they were miracles. Superheroes. Creators. Because those kids. . .they’d revere the power of the pen.
I don't want to be ashamed of anything I write. But I also don't want to write anything I'd be ashamed of, and I am.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
Why is the Temple Mount so terribly fraught with conflict? Chaya shares a smashing poetic vision that unravels the paradox of the world's most holy & most contested site.
Chaya Lester tells it like it is from the other side of the mechitza. A skirt on the outskirts of another ritual act.
I need you for my starry-eyed revolution, my sexy insurrection.
I am talking about a desirous uprising.
Who will join my love-army of Cosmic Carrots?
This ain’t no single, this is a concept album. Let’s call this track two, continued from “What the F*** Is...
Oh emoji, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love emoji for the same reason I love dance. It gives me a way to communicate when words fail me, which they do, often.
Jewish music is a hard concept to grasp. It has no exact specification, no instrument that dictates its sound, no...
