
Angels are on the Way – A poem for Parsha Vayishlach
I’d like to send angels to your house to take care of all your troubles.

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


We could have been roadside sheep salespeople…


I think we met in Rebecca’s womb.


When the main character dies in the second sentence, you hope, at least, for a feature-length flashback…


And They appeared, like magic…





