Ancestor Connections

“I was certain I’d never be Sarah ema, the matriarch  / It’s no secret, I laughed at the messengers…”

“Undone and mystified by divine reason, we bask in the source of all things who watches us create fragile wings of our own.”

The author shares a forgotten moment in history with this powerful poem.

“No one knew it would take 40 years of manna and complaints and lugging everything we owned…”

A unique and interactive theater ritual exploring the voices of matriarchs.

“The bowl / cracks / cleanly / a sea parting / to freedom.”

“To mark the haste with which we fled, / we now eat matzah for eight days”

“On the first day of Passover / we go for a walk on the beach…”

“When she dies, / Who will I be on the other side?”

“Born 1898 / Nana slept in the second, narrow bed in my room.”