Type: Poem

“they are far / unreachable / underground…”

“My mikveh is gone and swallowed up in this dark place. Where can I find peace?”

“When my cold dead hand brushed against Aaron’s collar,/his soul purred with a satisfied hymn of approval…”

What was the artist’s aim? / To say … Here I am

“Birth canal of sound / Twisting and spiraling through time and space…”

Every journey in life leads into the unknown.

“We remember the sadness of death Yet we are blessed with life to hold the memory…”

“Only when you stand alone will you know who you truly are…”

“We will weep through as many nights as we must…”