Type: Poem

“Of the first letter spoken, / The silence of Aleph / Held all things…”

“Today, mirroring the primordial, cosmic Creation Moment, we renew this connection; / we renew and refresh ourselves with teshuvah…”

“For the length of a medical visit my imagination roamed the wreckage of another’s mind and hers, mine…” 

“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.