Marseille XI.

September 9, 2014 § 2 Comments

I would be happy to earn a pittance and sacrifice

letters after multiple names if it meant I could

 

write

like this

 

to be listened to in the stillness of the post-harvest night;

we have forgotten how to dream and it visits our faces

 

like

that stillness.

for rav laura janner-klausner, sage & mother

September 3, 2014 § Leave a comment

we may not be

slits, white, on a new moon night

eyeworthy

loveworthy

but we will be

worshipped from the inside out; our song is silence

 

olam ha’zeh, olam haba;

we are your daughters and mothers

 

 

 

 

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