Topic Tags: survival

I walk the trail back to its origins / towards the slow pulse of life / flowing within contorted trunks / honey-colored limbs scarred by lightning

In all of our history, / With all that we have been through, / The month of Av does indeed stand alone …

May polar bears swim safely / to the ice flows, and may we love / our way back to soft tickling cheeks, / hot breath, moist lips

Seeking solace for survivors of 9/11