שמחת תורה

From a high world in the light of eyes the deed of this day in full measure Seventy that have passed in the whiteness of the skies open your noon on…

חגים

We are sick of you and of your words. Arrows of ink dipped in venom. The libels, about infants slaughtered in the nights. We are sick of the ritual…

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A Parallel World

And what if I told you that in a parallel world not far from here roosters laden with sins swing people above their crowned heads and say to one…

Days of Awe

These days pass over you there is nothing you turn into dust for from dust you came and time after time you pass by with the broom because that is…

כלים שבורים

פִּתְאֹם שָׁבַרְתּ אֶת כָּל הַכֵּלִים הָעֲרֵמָה הַגְּבוֹהָה שֶׁחִכְּתָה לִי בַּכִּיּוֹר הַשְּׂמָאלִי שֶׁהָיָה מָלֵא עַד עַכְשָׁו צִמְצְמָה אַתְּ…

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