Source Tags: Janice Steinberg

Were you there, in wisps // of dreams that eluded me? // Maybe you’re off doing whatever // soul work awaited you. Or poof, // evaporated.

As I bend / hanging laundry on the drying rack / my back twinges    but just a little

You glimmer in my rearview mirror Quick look, there’s no one in the / back of the car. Yet, / you

“All that remains to me / of my family’s life in Ukraine… / are four silver kiddush cups…”