Wednesday, November 20, 2013
My daughter was born on my mother’s Yahrzeit
All morning I thought of my mother, how often we waited for her to die and then the affront of it
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Poem: Jacob After Fording the Jabbok
All night long I
wrestled with an angel — his face
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Discourse on the crippled God
A man swings through the open doors on crutches,
his long arms thick with muscle like the Christ
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Poem: In the same key (Chayyei Sarah)
They come together to bury their father
in the cave where Sarah’s body lies.
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
I have always believed in the alchemy of letters
but never in their permanence.
Thursday, October 3, 2013
When Noah prayed
You sent him a flood
and charged him with the safety
of all animal life.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Yes, it’s true, I’ve lost
The world you gave me,
The blue and luminous world
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Gospel of the Golem of Los Angeles
The students glisten with youth. Every one of them is beautiful.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Cracking the Sky
It’s time to talk about grief
as if the mere mention could
crack the sky leaving the stars
to break through shattering
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Letter to the Lord
Lord quite innocent of what it is to live
bound in paper, bound in steel,
bound in the incredible ignorance supplied
by irony and suffering — how. . .
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
like a skin on milk
I write to you
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Poem: Talking Jerusalem
Yes, I hear talk
as I walk the Old City
from Jaffa Gate
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Return to the Stone of Losses
We stood as she instructed around the stone of losses,
declared what we had found
and waited for other Jews to claim it.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Let Me Thrum (6 a.m.)
a new lay upon this lute for You
Thursday, August 1, 2013
I take her to the park, I swing her in the little swing
Help her on the slide, lotion her face and arms against the sun
She runs around in her little. . .
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Poetry: Marriage Psalm
Blessed is the mattress on which they feast.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
The transportation of Hens
ten at a time we carried them
by their legs
to cages on the truck
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Blue plums of Safad
in the moonlight
glowing as plump and round
as the sacred sefirot
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Every time we mention the dead
I feel their weight on the mattress
indentations — never been flipped.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
A poem by Emily Kagan Trenchard
My Bubbie mumbles a Yiddish invective every time I mention
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
I wish I could become a Buddhist...
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
I came late to sunrise. The hills were lit
with goats. Everything shimmered in
small steps. I closed my eyes.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Let the coffee pot and the crows,
let the car horns and the upstairs neighbors.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
What I Married Into
Salt into meat