I was 4 years old when I asked my dad about the oiled African American muscle men in majestic flexed poses, “Why is he brown?” That was when I first realized there could be offense attached to skin color.
Something changed for our family as we experienced terror and went from the fourth night of Chanukah, to the fifth.
This ain’t no single, this is a concept album. Let’s call this track two, continued from “What the F*** Is...
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
How come the people I love most trigger me to behave so bad? What oh-so-sensitive buttons are these relationships pushing?
I have yet to find an answer. But I want to try.
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?
Yes, my justice-driven friends, there IS an occupation happening in Israel. It is a PreOccupation - and it is taking over all of our computer screens.
It feels strange to start my writing on Hevria by admitting I'm speechless. But they wouldn't let me publish a niggun.
You’re only psychologically tricking yourself into artificial empathy that will get you nowhere.
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.
