Type: Poem

“On the first day of Passover / we go for a walk on the beach…”

“Everything melted away except for the taste of warm dough and the salty reminder that we all come from the sea and  are nurtured by grains of the earth.”

“The blood-red droplets / make me think of Passover /. when we count and recount / the plagues our ancestors endured.”

“I sing and dance because at last my limbs, my blood and my voice are finally my own, and they are sweet.”

An invocation on the Yahrzeit of Heschel and birthday of King.

“When she dies, / Who will I be on the other side?”

“Global killing and destruction break your heart? / Be kind.”

“Born 1898 / Nana slept in the second, narrow bed in my room.”

“Your Torah is like a wedding band Binding us together…”