Poetry
though through serrated holes of branched schach above this temporary haven I espy milky vapor trial
A poem in honor of the Siyum HaShas.
By Yossi Huttler untying the past year’s binding utterances and mutterings today I slip the knots tethering me to what…
With the brilliance of a comet Ruth streaked through our lives for fourteen years minus one week, gone now two…
Written on the last day of aveilut for my father, Jerry J. Savitsky (Yoel ben Avraham), who passed away on…
Grandfather’s passing was a whisper— a final billowing and undulating sigh that drew over our heads curled in our nostrils…
I inherit a small gilt-edged book of prayers from my grandmother
I remember thinking: These are the intermediate days. Spring.
By Yochanan Sacks Bring us into the furrow of your brow for tomorrow we begin to think like you, train…
We've been known for millenia as People of the Book But as the century closes, this demands another look.
We often assume that the residents in nursing homes wait for death, but I have found that they can give…
