B”H To this Sun To that Sky (A Love Letter To My Mother) You started me in cold December Ramat Gan. Body breaks like a fervor, unheralds the solarized soul and the manheld Bible running shuttered nicks the shell of time. Regular people hated us, hid among us blanking our eye orbs beyond plexiglass heartbeats … Continue reading
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Yom Kippur 5779
B”H To purge and chasten We stand before Yom Kippur turned away from the knowledge of evil within us. Healing fast to the eternal Etz Chayim. The beginning of Torah was the first Day of Judgment. What can you purview but to hold G-d closer? A man has a judgment day if he dies right … Continue reading
Rosh HaShanah 5779: He Art Forever
B”H With All MY YOUR OUR HEART: Forever in Presence G-d Commands of us (we Jews) two beautiful emotions. We link joy with our springtime transition into the new year of our people. … Continue reading
Psalm 42: Oodels of Canoodles
B’H Oodles of canoodles (I don’t want ) But of You I need One long endless joy Of yes to eden to body and her pursuits; loucher beneath– Yes to love that touted forever finagler yes to the disappointed matchless –wild– fears begun, won’t subside which Skip you. Continue reading
Psalm 40: SirMountable
B’H You lean into me In aweighted concerto Two souls or more interlining KaleidedCenturies, voiding Proust in the backlanes Supercilious I touch you. I Much touch touch touch much touch Must touch touch touch Such is I&you Am you. … Continue reading
Parshat Korach 5778
B”H The first Jewish anti-Semite was Korach. He questions Moses obsessively: “Why do you put yourself above us? We’re all holy. I’m as smart as anyone. I’m more gifted than you. I have true followers. Why do you arrogate leadership?” Moses answers as we all naturally would to such preposterousness: “Why are you telling me … Continue reading
Psalm 39
B”H Lest We Lose Our Lustre Tonight Swoon. I’ll dream you in the bend of the night. Swoon; We might die too soon, in mid- flight. my Babycakes, besides the moon is His, you, nigh cosiner, Lie to me, the love we re-own, ; is this? miss? is done is his grist, my only one, … Continue reading
