We've been exhibiting the tendency to run on empty, to pretend the tank is full despite complete depletion.
My outsider status was hard-won. Earned with my own blood.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
With the contemporary lack of village communal support, has the modern day husband become too needy for his wife to handle?
Galut (exile) is when we sooner believe them over ourselves in reading the truths of our own skin, in deciphering the lifelines of our own palms.
Tonight, I will wine and dine divine inspiration,
I will start with tremendous illumination.
There is a little whisper within you. It speaks discreetly, yet yearns to be heard.
A poem on a Penn Station wall inspired my own poem about what I want, need, and hope for at this difficult moment.
That’s me: a death-obsessed, fearful, life-loving, food-savoring soul who can barely function in this space-filled world. Somehow, I manage to have great adventures.
