Type: Poem

A poem for the midnight service of selikhot

“It’s the kavanah of Shabbat, / not the halakha / which moves me.”

A moment of wonder during the morning service.

A poem to mark moments in a year of mourning.

“No wonder the desert was chosen over the pyramids, mountains and / ocean for revelation.”

A poem about early moments of grief

“I saw, in our decaf, the plea for rain / we ask on behalf of the god of our ancestors”

A poem for Tisha b’Av.

“All that remains to me / of my family’s life in Ukraine… / are four silver kiddush cups…”