Type: Poem

“…moons of freedom / blessing the nights.”

“12 months of mourning, / Travelling, conjoined, / On our continuing / Separate ways.”

“If we remember the daily count / will new paths open in the heavens?”

“May my words be embodied. / May my life be lived as prayer.”

“…I wish to take a redcedar frond, salal and spirea, and pacific crab apple and bring them together…”

“The next day, returning from a hike Shabbat afternoon, the time of ra’ava d’ra’avin, desire of all desires, a tune came to me, the Juan the Fuca nigun.”

An interpretive reading of the Ten Commandments

“A cosmos of vibrations / Held gently within / This boundary / That is me.”

“Pesakh’s blue plate, / a strange / and yet familiar / gathering of ingredients”