Valerie Bacharach: Crows
Some days I don’t know what to do with this rage I carry.
October 23, 2024 · 20 Comments
Charles W. Brice: Twerski
Or did Twerski and the patient
dance, as Hassids do—dance until exhausted by
ecstasy, until the intransigent one, worn out
by serenity, surrendered to sobriety?
August 18, 2024 · 8 Comments
