Type: Poem

“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…”

“So teach me to number my days / Savor the music of the birds / Entwine my branches with those of others”

A poem to mourn the losses of life to AIDS

“When we speak the truth to power – saying, this is who we are / We reach back to help those still stifled in Mitzrayim, or poised / Uncertain at the shore.”

“Exalt the Divine within you and around you.”

“Every day we exist inside unfinished business.”

A poem on counting the years with your grandchildren.

A prayer for understanding when faced with antisemitism