people are poets are prophets

When fences have been all we’ve ever known and grids of wires crisscrossing the earth a terrible deep thirst within is grown despite the gen...

and just as every life is but a link in Nature’s being and every poem just another layer of its meaning and every wave of grief and joy a fl...

  This is the Year after Martín Espada This is the year the poets drop our metaphors Until the cops and armies drop their guns Or even brea...

saying modeh ani — I am grateful — upon waking blessing the body breathing  sitting at an altar to the world to come counting olive wood pra...

and so we gather here again as always together in our deepest joys and fears to laugh at humankind's most tragic follies and hold such t...

our ancestors are wearing t shirts too, now, the black and red ones with Not In Our Name they're shutting down the offices of heaven th...

I've received a lot of requests to share the poem in written form, out loud, with various groups or audiences, etc. Thank you for your c...

these are the days the narrows close and freedom burns the eyes we wake up every morning to the scenes of genocide unfolding on these phones...

Teaching Truth How I Got Fired From Teaching Teens at a Jewish Sunday School This week I was abruptly fired from my job teaching teens in a ...