Type: Poem

“Draped open, the Torah frames, / Our bedposts / Their cyclical story revealing / A midrash made flesh.”

“Each has gazed at many mountains / Over this past year; / Peaks of the infected, / Deserts of the isolated.”

“The kaddish’s peace is a growing, ever-expanding gift”

“Before we drink, we ponder”

“I’m searching for words / to describe this year”

Marking the loss of half a million Americans to COVID-19

A poem inspired by attending an online shiva

“Draw from me, and I from you. / Let us mingle a new moon.” 

“Come, my beloved, / Draw close”

“What more can be said about plagues?”