Radical Redux

I’m no big deal writer or anything, but listening to Norman Fischer and Charles Bernstein at last night’s “Radical Poetics and Judaism” event talking about how Judaism informs (or doesn’t) writing, I began to consider where religion touches my work. Is my writing Jewish just because I am? What if I never write about Judaism […]

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Sukkot: Rejoicing in Vulnerability?

This year, as Sukkot rolls around, I’m thinking a lot about what it means to rejoice in our vulnerability.  After all, we are commanded to rejoice on Sukkot (Leviticus 23:40)—as we spend time in temporary shelters that may make us feel scared and insecure rather than joyful. This question takes on particular significance for those […]

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Monday Morning Poem

blessing the boats by Lucille Clifton may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may […]

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The gift of being “bad”

As I have mentioned in some of the sits, I’ve always struggled with some of the traditional ways T’shuva and repentance were taught to me – the guilt-inducing, chest-beating, “I’ve-been-so-bad-but-next-year-I-will-be-better” variety. As a kid during the High Holidays, I was racked with guilt about how “bad” I was, and how badly I wanted to be […]

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Monday Morning Poem

Summer Storm by Dana Gioia We stood on the rented patio While the party went on inside. You knew the groom from college. I was a friend of the bride. We hugged the brownstone wall behind us To keep our dress clothes dry And watched the sudden summer storm Floodlit against the sky. The rain […]

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Monday Morning Poem

Love after Love by Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back […]

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Monday Morning Poem

Tao Te Ching: Chapter 11, translated by Stephen Mitchell We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move. We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner […]

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Monday Morning Poem

First Lesson by Philip Booth Lie back, daughter, let your head be tipped back in the cup of my hand. Gently, and I will hold you. Spread your arms wide, lie out on the stream and look high at the gulls. A dead- man’s-float is face down. You will dive and swim soon enough where […]

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Monday Morning Poem

Prayer by Galway Kinnell Whatever happens. Whatever what is is is what I want. Only that. But that.

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Monday Morning Poem

Looking at Them Asleep by Sharon Olds When I come home late at night and go in to kiss them, I see my girl with her arm curled around her head, her mouth a little puffed, like one sated, but slightly pouted like one who hasn’t had enough, her eyes so closed you would think […]

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