I have come to sojourn in desert vastness where the wind won’t cease Purple glow on fallen branches, palm tree fronds Gleaming copper eyes surveil
On Suffering after Wislawa Szymborska Pity it insists on visiting the innocent, the absent-minded and ill-prepared. It greets an old tailor as he tucks away
Yortsayt The word came up with an acquaintance. I told him it’s the Yiddish words for “year” and “time” combined: it’s that time of year,
This week, Jewschool will be posting sample poems from Heshbon HaNefesh, an upcoming series of poetry readings on Zoom and Clubhouse. Here’s more about the
When the first Passover seder took place Israelites were instructed to close themselves into their houses and protect themselves with a ritual of dabbing the