
On That Day – A poem for Parsha Ki Tisa
When all of the people are counted – All of them, not just the ones who look like us.

When all of the people are counted – All of them, not just the ones who look like us.

I’m a freeform command follower. Oxygen takes its own path into my lungs. My blood flows at its discretion.

What I have is for you. Everything…

I live in a nation of laws but the laws seem to change with the flick of a tweet.

Appoint yourself a wise person to advise you on how to do the things you do…

As they keep digging, they’re starting to recognize our footprints.


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?