A Bitter Sweet New Year

A Bitter Sweet New Year

It’s a new year! Just a few years ago, it was new years eve, I wanted to hold on to the year that just passed. I remember 2018, going into 2019, I was shocked that I didn’t want the year to be over. I felt as if time was running away from me and I had so...
Zaidy

Zaidy

I don’t want my grandfather to die. I’m just not ready. I know, when is anyone ever ready to let go forever? But not now, it’s the worst time. I haven’t gotten time to change him: my grandfather. To make him happy with me. I’m just in the midst of destroying every...
Eishes Chayil

Eishes Chayil

Eishes Chayil, a woman of strength, of value. The song on repeat repeat repeat as this skirt is being cut, pocked, crotch created. These lines of poetry viscerally cut me and I feel alive. The memory of this same tune in many homes and countries but always my voice in...

Bubbe Maises באבע מעשות

My grandmother was a child of war and terror. As a young child in 1940’s Jerusalem, first under Ottoman Rule, then under the British Mandate she was kept indoors and hidden from sight. She was my great-grandmother’s miracle baby and my great-grandparents did...
Memories of Marsha P. Johnson

Memories of Marsha P. Johnson

A friend of mine called me about a month ago and said she’d been scrolling through her news feed and had come across something she thought I might find interesting. ”Do you know who the Governor is naming a Brooklyn park after?” She asked. It took me barely a...

The Six Feet Between Us

For the lovers disrupted by the lumbering ghost of Corona. A tribute to human affection and contact, torn away from so many temporarily and beyond.   But for the six feet between us,  I would place my hand upon your hand.  I would throw my arms around your arms.  I...