At The Table

*With Passover beginning this evening, I am repeating a previous post, which features a poem from my book, One With Willows*

Jewniquely Myself

Every year, Jews around the world gather with family members and friends to celebrate liberation—liberation of the Jews from Egyptian slavery in days past, and liberation of all people in days to come. With the Hagada to guide us, we make our way through various texts, topics and discussions as we wrestle with the complexities of human nature. One section asks that we consider 4 types of children: the wise child who is eager to learn everything possible about our tradition; the so-called wicked or alienated child who challenges everything; the simple child whose questions are direct and perhaps one-dimensional; and the child who is too confused, or maybe to hesitant, to ask any questions at all. The Hagada also reminds us that at one time or another, we all embody each of these qualities, ourselves.


At The Table

We raise our glasses,

wash our hands ceremoniously,

dipp our…

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April 2020


Words are the pebbles

I gather on my path.

My mouth can’t deal with them.

The sandy bits cause mumbling,

And Those too smooth

Make me choke.

Hide them in my shoe

And I’m limping all day.

In my pocket, one

Or two sweeten the moment,

But even a handful

Can weigh me down.

Words are the pebbles

I gather to cast away–

And oh, the unexpected arc of flight,,

The glint and glimmer each stone gives

In homage to the moon–

And I can’t help whooping with joy!

April 2020


Here in the desert

We are all parched,

Here, where any trickle of water

Might be a mirage.

My heart knows only Love

Rolls the stone away,

Knows only inspiration

Carries forth the well’s essence.

But, see the child running

Among the reeds alongside

The Nile River,

The young girl

Who speaks against royalty,

Who bursts with a song of rejoicing

–how do I join her dance,

And become the well itself?

April 2020


Love is the thing.

The only thing

I think about these days.

My mother died a year ago,

And the love she embodied

Shines brighter than ever to me.

And Ari’s devotion and courage,

Kelev meaning “all heart” after all,

Keeps me moving forward.

Love is the thing

We are born to embody, to inspire in others–

So keep it shining bright, y’all!

April 2020


I found a song in my closet

Yesterday, tucked inside

The guitar I have neglected

For a thousand years,

A song I wrote as a girl

Studying to teach .

The world was fresh and new

Back then, alive

And open to the stars.

But the strings feel the same

As I struggle for tuning,

And the tears of release

Bring the same peace

As I prepare to sing.

NPM Promp of the Day #4

The Audacity of Love

*Wishing you sweetness and love, my darling friends, shalom*

Jewniquely Myself

The audacity of love

Pushing its childlike shape

Upon the heart

Upon the mind

Twisting sensibility into silliness

Silliness into sensibility

Tripping and skipping alongside dastardly headlines

Trying to grasp

My attention

My hand

To climb into my pocket

To be carried home

Where she will grow up among my children

and sleep under my pillow

Working her magic in every room of my life

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