I am in here.
I was told today that a year from this coming Purim will be my conversion. Now I have an actual date to look forward to. It will be over in Israel, I am sure. I hope I can get Buck to come on over. Peter as well, but Buck at least. Details to be forthcoming, … Continue reading Purim
I love my poems. I’m going to herd some of mine around today, as well as others’. They’re always there, you know, if you look for them. I like to pretend, sometimes, that I don’t have “inspiration,” and I’m waiting. But they’re there. Got to go find them. Rather like how Charles Hermite saw numbers … Continue reading writing
The little box grows her first teeth And her little length grows Her little width her little emptiness And everything she has The little box grows and grows And now inside her is the cupboard That she was in before And she grows and grows and grows And now inside her is the room And … Continue reading The Little Box
Essential Oils — are wrung — The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Suns — alone — It is the gift of Screws — The General Rose — decay — But this — in Lady’s Drawer Make Summer — When the Lady lie In Spiceless Sepulchre — — Emily Dickinson
white pebble 