
The Six Months Before Yom Kippur Ramble – A poem for Parsha Vayikra
It is a pleasure to drink unadulterated whiskey…

It is a pleasure to drink unadulterated whiskey…


It is a pleasure to drink unadulterated whiskey…


I’ve read the complete accounting of the making of the tabernacle and I have questions.


We saw the Burning Bush on Moses’ face and we were afraid of him.


When I discovered incense, in the wilds of the Venice Beach Boardwalk, as a young man in, probably, the late eighties, I didn’t know it had something to do with me.





