Other Midrashic Work
Ancestral Breathing
When I was twenty five
had lost my breast
and almost my life,
I awoke to ancestral voices
calling
The Reassurance of Scars
My mother and grandmother
chewed on bitterness like pungent tobacco
staining their breath, blackening
their teeth. As if in a temple
Guilt and Knitting
Lilith, you and I
have met before at this crossing.
I envied the way you strode, musky,
wearing purple silks
Minyan With Mountain
Along the way
I gather revelatory rocks
with human eyes
spiraled snakes, scattered alphabets
On The Edge
of the forest, after the fire,
and floods, a sodden
smoky grief. I am nowhere
while everywhere, having lost
a path to my exaltation,
innocent expansive joy I begin
Teshuvah: A Haiku
Beauty returns, asks
Read MoreWhat The Waters Teach: Chiyut/Aliveness
of waving ocean
foamy feasting on land
coaxing rock into fine
hewed sand,
laughing, sighing
Elul Meditations: Singing
He sang the prayers
and the prayers
sang him and he
taught: Shabbat is song
and the song is Shabbat,
From Av to Elul
A passage through
narrowed caves,
graveyards, wilderness,
down rivers, across oceans