February 25, 2018
“At last you’re tired of this elderly world:” Towards a New Judaism through Poetry
We harness ourselves over and over wherever hope is a yellow shore. —“Nomad,” Robin Beth Schaer Decades later, no, I still can’t let it go: that Rosh Hashanah my […]
December 17, 2017
On Stones, New Eternities & Poetry
To our land, and it is a prize of war, the freedom to die from longing and burning and our land, in its bloodied night, is a jewel that glimmers […]