Can I check my emotions or am I a slave?
I’m so glad to be alive.
I come to the hill overlooking that place, and bite my lips
Haman hated Mordechai,
Who greeted him with just plain ‘hi.’
Her dry face I saw on a Byzantine icon.
All hail the Sabbath Queen!
Falling is not failing; it’s gathering treasure.
Stopping in my Room on a Hectic Evening Whose kids these are I think I know. I do not want to see them, though; They won’t catch me escaping here If I’m quiet when I go. You readers all must think it queer To hide from my own kids in fear Sneaking a bite […]
It’s kind of nice
To nest on ice
Dating in the electronic age: A Poem by R. Levy