Other Midrashic Work
On The Fast of Tamuz When the Walls Began to Fall
my walls breached,I choose
to not eat from my garden of despair
where long ago perennial vines were dug in,
seeds sowed by wounded ancestors and my own
tangled invasives. Today
On The Last Day Of Tammuz
I am wandering
waiting for someone else
to tell me I can enter, belong,
How They Left
Burning in Tamuz
It has been
a fiery summer,
too hot to sustain
the newly planted May apple.
I Drive Through
A man walks a field straightened
by young potato greens. A vagrant
wind raises dust. My windows
are closed. How does
he still walk with burning eyes?
On The Full Moon of Sivan
I have grown up
even though
that same young woman
still sometimes
takes the steering wheel
Sinai The Next Day
The morning after
I wonder
was I fully present
did I receive as the earth does,
in gullies and fields filling
my empty thirsty places.
A Woman And Her Shadow
as with Jacob
who became Yisrael
that is to say all of us,
falling back sometimes
into his old name
Yesterday’s Class On The Teachings of Reb Nachmun
May this poem
in praise of emptiness
restore a drop of radiant silence
glean the broken letters
Mothering, Yearning: A Response to A Story By Reb Nachmun
When once I was
a doorway
two in one
becoming two