Robbi Nester: Tradition
I learned to light the candles, studied
the old books, taught my son to recognize the one
day of the week, one week of the year when we
eat matzo instead of bread and sing of freedom
and redemption.
March 12, 2025 · 13 Comments
Robbi Nester: Still Standing
At first glance, I think she is a teacher
drawing on the chalkboard. One finger
rests on the crevice where the chalk is kept.
The other arm sweeps wide, into an arc
on the board’s murky green surface,
where transparent moon-jellies swarm
February 23, 2025 · 18 Comments
Robbi Nester | Fog and Moonlight: Margaret in her Nightgown, alone in Bella’s yard
You threw off the rumpled sheets,
glided down the stairs and out the door,
leaving it open behind you
March 29, 2023 · 5 Comments
