The Forever of Us: A Poem for Shavuot
The rabbis tell us that when it came time to receive Torah, we were all there – yes, all of us.
Stacey Zisook Robinson, z"l
What Is Your Egypt? A Poem for the Exodus
As I tried to respond to the writing prompt, "What is your Egypt?" - wrestling with the idea of stranger, of knowing his heart, of Egypt and slavery and being freed - this poem came tumbling out.
Kaddish Yatom, a Poem for the Mourner's Kaddish
I wanted this poem to reflect that sometimes-jarring feeling of love and remembrance, past and present, what could have been and what is.
My First Time Hosting Shiva: We Do Not Mourn Alone
My family recently observed my uncle’s yahrzeit, recalling how, just about a year earlier, we were all gathered at the hospice to offer our love, to find strength in and for one another, and to grieve.
Return Again: A Poem for Yom Kippur
Return.
Again.
I have returned again
to this place of
Fullness,
this place of everythingness;
and I feel empty.
Hollow.
Again.
I fling my sins,
all bright copper
and colored feathers,
out into the heavens -
Which is separate from the earth,
Which is separate
