Listen
The first time I heard the voice of the Infinite One //
I thought it was a mountain falling.
My Love is Water
Vast floods cannot quench love; //
rivers cannot drown its life-weaving power.
So close, ‘devarim,’ words and ‘devorim,’ bees
Only Torah, our tradition teaches, is sweeter than honey, //
its aroma and taste more desirable than gold, //
its devarim eternal
This … is the Gulf of America
From sea to shining sea, each one meant to be //
blessed, possessed, with life and liberty //
But between the premise, the promise, and reality //
there exists an abyss of inequality
Ancestor
I reach to you, stumbling //
on stones, on translations.
Moses
One day it was all too much, //
the princely façade cracked at the sight //
Of overseers doing what they really do //
when no one is looking. //
The lash laid fiery welts along the back of a slave //
And Moses felt the burn.
A Different Lilith
Staring up at the glowing orb and
feeling the life in her womb, she drifted into dreams, only to be startled awake by the Voice…
The Dream I Long to Have
Were you there, in wisps //
of dreams that eluded me? //
Maybe you’re off doing whatever //
soul work awaited you. Or poof, //
evaporated.
Only Now
Democracy was like weather //
on those rare days when it’s so //
right, so not-too-anything, //
its goes unnoticed.
Cakes for the Queen of Heaven
Our offering: //
cakes baked in the shape of her womb. //
Poppy seeds populate the holy center, //
gifts of gratitude to the goddess of fertility; //
this, our devotional expression— //
cakes for the Queen of Heaven.
