Type: Poem

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From sea to shining sea, each one meant to be // blessed, possessed, with life and liberty // But between the premise, the promise, and reality // there exists an abyss of inequality
a barbed wire fence stands in front of a torn American flag waving against a gray sky
I reach to you, stumbling // on stones, on translations.
Abstract watercolor art with colorful shapes, outlines of hands, and scattered leaf-like elements on a white background.
One day it was all too much, // the princely façade cracked at the sight // Of overseers doing what they really do // when no one is looking. // The lash laid fiery welts along the back of a slave // And Moses felt the burn.
Bright orange and yellow flames creating a swirling fire pattern.
Were you there, in wisps // of dreams that eluded me? // Maybe you’re off doing whatever // soul work awaited you. Or poof, // evaporated.
A small ruby-throated hummingbird perched on a branch against a blurred green background.
Democracy was like weather // on those rare days when it’s so // right, so not-too-anything, // its goes unnoticed.
A torn yellow patch reveals a pair of eyes peeking through a muted green painted surface.
Our offering: // cakes baked in the shape of her womb. // Poppy seeds populate the holy center, // gifts of gratitude to the goddess of fertility; // this, our devotional expression— // cakes for the Queen of Heaven.
Unbaked hamantaschen cookies with various fillings on a baking tray, ready to be baked.
Small acts that counteract the sadness and despair // Rituals that contain the pain
A group of pomegranates with pink and green skin on a white textured surface in sunlight.
I saw their names in our tree, but never // looked further. As a child, I knew // a few of them, but only a few.
Vintage sepia photo of five adults and one child in formal attire, posing for a family portrait.
My friends will stand // among the trees // saying Kaddish.
A tall tree with a thick brown trunk and a rounded green leafy top under a blue sky with white clouds.
What begins as a tangle of threads in my hands becomes the connection to creation, forming visions behind my eyes, images within my heart, sounds inviting the sacred.
a person in a purple tallit gathers the four tzit-tzit in their hands

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