I have developed a funny habit of picking up broken things. It started with myself. Perhaps I try to do for others what no one else did for me. I … Continue reading A eulogy for Astro.
Tag: poetry
Load-Bearing Wall.
I am a load-bearing wall; You are a loaded gun. I hold steadfast through it all; You only ever hit and run. The exterior is crumbling, The floors are buckling, … Continue reading Load-Bearing Wall.
The purpose of the fruit fly.
Recently as I was marveling at the ability of my hands to open and close (a feat that can be painful for me sometimes), it occurred to me that I … Continue reading The purpose of the fruit fly.
I was named in Israel.
I was named in Israel Atop Masada, at sunrise. I took the name Shaina Miriam And embraced the legacy of My birthright, Which goes back millennia. I have sung in … Continue reading I was named in Israel.
Warden.
I call out, “Warden,Have I yet served my time?There’s a new day comingAnd I’d like to feel fine.”But the Warden just leersAs if I’ve made a joke.Declares, “You’ll do what … Continue reading Warden.
Dandelions.
I love dandelions. My husband does not. He’s a lawn mowing enthusiast and, to him, dandelions are nothing more than pesky weeds that warrant expedient removal. He tells me they’re … Continue reading Dandelions.
Gravity on Mercury.
We are all just stardustStrewn across the galaxy.I can’t be crushed by the weightOf your expectationsLike the atmosphere on Venus.It’s enough to bear these cratersOn the surface of my soulFrom … Continue reading Gravity on Mercury.
Sunbeams.
When I was a little girl I used to see sunbeams (You know, long rays of light filtering Down through the clouds) And I would think that was G-d Making … Continue reading Sunbeams.
Snow at Night
Why do I walkIn the snow at night,With the air so bitter?Why offer it my face to bite? Because it’s quiet. The sky is mute plumAnd the trees dream,Their branches … Continue reading Snow at Night
Wasteland.
Once, my home was a Wasteland. Devoid of true love, bone dry, Starved for integrity, and honesty. I walked alone among the Constantly swirling dust particles Of other people’s needs. … Continue reading Wasteland.
Journeys in the Dark 