Type: Poem

Those they call vile things / are an homage / to Her beauty

My husband stokes the fire / with wood the children gathered / I knead the dough – / an offering for the Source of all

The toy Solar System / gets the revolutions right / but a true scale model / would take up half of town / .

A Poem for the Removal of Uterine Fibroids

“The stone, once mud  at the bottom of the ocean / pressed into rock by time, / will outlast me.”

“To calm the tide of polarities Endeavor to massage and find similarities…”

“There are ashes sunken within us / in places that feel too deep to touch…”

Let me remember my breath on the wind as / Fragile / Fleeting / Precious

“Thank you G-d, for worn spines and fragile paper…”

“Some time ago (I can’t say when) it leeched into my thoughts as through a cracked wall, / a breach in my otherwise fortified mind.”