midrashic poetry
The Nameless Naming
Source of memory and forgetting
garmenting me with skins of light,
of all names and no name,
of silence, voice and the still
point between
Read MoreAncestral 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
Serach And The Bones Of Joseph
She is the box
where they
wait, watching –
an ancient woman –
who would ever
notice her,
look there?
Beginning the Book of Exodus, Or Why Retell
The Torah I seek is of mystery, a Torah which calls us to upend constricting patterns of mind and heart, retell the delusional, self-serving stories we embed ourselves in, deconstruct, disrupt for the sake of transformation,
Read MoreOpening the Tent: A Midrash on Abraham And The Guests
Sometimes we get
stuck, leave the wrong way,
the cord wrapped round
our neck, the path too narrow.
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
Where the Ancestors Dwell
Where, how
do the ancestors
live in me –