Eight Minutes to Passover 2020

Careless birds flock and call under the great clean sweep of sky  Ignoring the Angel of Death as she glides silently, dark wings outstretched  Not my Death. Not my Angel. There’s that apple tree I was talking about.  Faaark off faaark off faaaark off   Down below, our houses bear invisible marks   There areContinue reading “Eight Minutes to Passover 2020”

On the morning of his wedding day, he woke to dawn light glowing pink and gold through narrow arched windows, diffracted by tiny panes of glass into rainbow patterns on the rugs, the furs, the stone floor. He rose, pulled on his boots and paced out to greet the day, holding up a silent fingerContinue reading