Author Archives: Nanci Bern

Matrix…Nine…Words…Eleven

Posted on September 11, 2015 by Nanci Bern

Are they now just two words that have become one, Like a sigil that’s power has been left to decay. Are they now just two numbers divided by a line, like a before and after ad for something that will … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | 2 Comments

Infinite Grace

Posted on August 27, 2015 by Nanci Bern

 Infinite Grace myself, land, water, sky, flame, they flow endless to the single consciousness, their confluence makes whole, my blood is thick and shiny as sap, my feet rooted, reach down through the cool, rich soils. i go on forever, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | 4 Comments

The Deep Serene- a poem inspired by a visit to the Mikveh

Posted on August 15, 2015 by Nanci Bern

                                                The Deep Serene       Waters                     embrace,                                welcome,                                            witness.       Each step a journey,       I feel                        the past,                                  the present,                                                the future                                                              face me.       I am held by the ancestors.       … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Earth Day

Posted on April 22, 2015 by Nanci Bern

  There Was This Time When the oceans wrapped themselves around the shores, They stretched in languorous shine in a place for their swath of self. Now storms brew, are stirred like a witch’s cauldron that was stolen by gluttonous … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Seder 2015

Posted on April 9, 2015 by Nanci Bern

Passover Seder 2015 B’seder: Everything is in order. The ancient sea looms in its depth Its waves are steeped with memory B’seder: Everything is in order. Heart-the plate to be filled with history Words-the utensils used wise or ill Intentions-the … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

Salamanders and Passover in Vermont

Posted on April 9, 2015 by Nanci Bern

Passover in Vermont The seasons are a present force. Weather is a being who circles around our lives and we are tethered to its moments. The song, the breath of nature infuses us with its soul…in Vermont. These are not … Continue reading →

Posted in Essay Thoughts | Leave a comment

The Lastlings of Autumn 2014

Posted on April 8, 2015 by Nanci Bern

The Lastlings My garden was different this morning. It felt like I was walking into a wind tunnel without the physical manifestation. My hair was not being tossed about my face. My eyes were not feeling the touch of the … Continue reading →

Posted in Essay Thoughts | Leave a comment

Drinking Birds

Posted on April 8, 2015 by Nanci Bern

                                                                    Drinking Birds                                                         What would it be like to fly?                                                        To have the fluid of flight careen down your throat                                                         and lift you off the ground.                                                         What would it be like to fly?                                                         To spread … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment