Prayer, panic, and politics, in a poem.
There is an oceanic pain-knowing, a tide no soul should ever be made to swim against.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
Valentine Shmalentine, where're my Devorah-hearts at?
This Hanukkah, the world is upside down. Let's flip the script.
I’m talking directly to the tiny little you who lives inside of you.
Let others bask in the surety of sunlight. You were born of the moonlight tribe.
A lot of what you are seeing in the world right now is a collective re-triggering of old wounds, in a constant onslaught.
My personal journey through religious gender separation.
