Category Archives: Poetry

Oh holidays, To the latkes I am cooking, At whose applesauce topping I am looking, Your potatoy goodness astounds me, Your oily needs confound me. Oh, holidays, To the cookies I am baking, With no grain, dairy or sugar I … Continue reading →

Oh, there is this touch that is so ingrained. Every line a familiar path, woodsy crevices, lush coolness deepened by time. I reach toward you from a natural habit. You, my refuge. The breath of your spirit forms a canopy … Continue reading →

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 →

 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 →

                                                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 →

  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 →

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 →

                                                                    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 →