
I Went – A poem for Parsha Bo
This changes everything…


January feels early to talk about plagues, but this is the cycle of the Torah, so who am I to argue?

When I came along, my parents agreed on my name but not on the spelling…

What does it mean to have lived, to have truly lived?

We’re approaching something but I don’t know what.



I’d like to send angels to your house to take care of all your troubles.

We could have been roadside sheep salespeople…
