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Valerie Bacharach: Night, Descending

Night explodes in fractures of shining glass.
Sidewalks hold storefront fragments,
deadly crystals glitter,
almost beautiful with still-red blood.

November 9, 2022 · 4 Comments

Valerie Bacharach: Passover

I lay a Haggadah by a chair,
unoccupied.
Unearth my Seder plate,
place upon it shank bone, egg, parsley,
bitter herbs. My bitter tears.

April 20, 2022 · 1 Comment

Valerie Bacharach: The Synagogue´┐╝

Someone enters the sanctuary, picks up the chair
thrown by the Rabbi,
places it gently with the others, a straight row
waiting for bodies.

January 27, 2022 · 5 Comments

Valerie Bacharach: Elegy for Nathan

An addict is an actor, able to look you in the eye, smile, and lie so convincingly that you begin to question yourself.

February 21, 2021 · 6 Comments

Valerie Bacharach: Gratitude Journal

I was sure that I had failed my mother, unable to keep her in her home, as I had once promised.

December 29, 2020 · 6 Comments

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