This Too Crazy World
Before he uplifted buildings from their foundation the golem demanded to know the truth, for he had grown way beyond his britches and forsooth was… Read More »This Too Crazy World
Jews
Forest in the Trees
Along Leona Canyon, it’s past time for dog walkers to crowd the trail, we head out, hills greener from rain, a private consult between me… Read More »Forest in the Trees
That Time of the Month
He expands in my pocket like a tampon filled with blood. He’s getting bigger and stronger, beats his way out of my purse. Now there’s a… Read More »That Time of the Month
Elmo, My Golem
He slinks around in a navy-blue hoodie and sweatpants, black leather gloves pulled over his hands to hide several missing digits, my fault for not… Read More »Elmo, My Golem
Creation of the Golem
He floats in my dreams like debris from a Shreveport wreck, and in a last ditch effort to ban his jetsam from washing up on… Read More »Creation of the Golem
The Golem
We’ve had this talk before when I didn’t know who else would listen to me standing at the last bench of Leona Canyon—you know the one—dedicated to… Read More »The Golem
Yizkor 2016: Kehilla Community Synagogue
Hear Lenore read “Yizkor.” White robes and prayer books automatically flip to the right page, and the cantor, voice of the synagogue, possessed by the spirit… Read More »Yizkor 2016: Kehilla Community Synagogue
Wandering in the Desert
I want to wake up each morning without remembering your voice, how we used to wrap around together in one invisible seam, a velcro from… Read More »Wandering in the Desert
Mortal
The way forward is with a broken heart. –Alice Walker (With thanks to Elizabeth Bishop, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Frank Sinatra and W.S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan)… Read More »Mortal
Ode to Aunt Elsie
I look at the walls of your town house where you lived for more than forty years and died after your hundredth birthday just as… Read More »Ode to Aunt Elsie
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