Poetry
By R. Rosenfeld He asked me “Are you headed north?” I nodded and he followed. The two of us, coated…
By R. Rosenfeld
Music Poetry is music set to words. Or words set to music. I’m not sure which. But every poem has…
The Value of Stories Nothing refreshes the soul, purifies the heart, sharpens the mind and brings a man closer to…
Thank G-d Shabbos is Coming everyone is running no one knows shy rushing forward, getting ahead no one knows where…
I will not come before the king I will not come for anything! Would you, could you in a coach?…
Gut Shabbos! two words tossed off almost unconsciously Touching and arousing unused corners of the soul melting walls of individuality…
TuB’Shvat/Rabbi Elazar ben Arach (Avot 2:13) By Yossi Huttler go out and discern this new year of trees the path…
