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Sunday morning. I’m reading The New York Times and tear up. Truth and lies; black stories and white stories; pandemic and pandemonium; peaceful protests and mob violence; some good people and some bad people; real news and fake...

Consider the hemlock. After-storm sky clears, pale cones glisten in setting sun. The tree stretches into the summer sky. After-storm sky clears, glows with a gold dispersion– a yellow shimmering, as if air were diffused by...

And trees awake to sing on this migrating morning. Already leaves have flocked Into nests by the side of the road. A hundred birds articulate the bare bones of the trees; their last call is clear, clearer than my window...

She dances Alone in the kitchen Mom’s bare feet      step-two-three the radio turned up to the anniversary waltz De nacht vos meer haben cha-sa-nah ghat                                                                         די...

10 minutes      behind the curtains I probe the mural on the stage painted a golden-yellow setting sun mountains of reddish-brown rocks,           bones of my ancestor Jacob,           resting his head on a pillow of stone,    ...

Sometimes when I dress up in a fancy outfit for synagogue on Shabbos morning I feel like I’m a ballerina in the mirror      at five prancing flinging out my arms to an audience waiting around the breakfast table I sing out, Mom,...

From the icy indifference of the universe, turn to the trees. They never bore with mindless chatter, their comments on the weather sung in the rustle and hue of a leaf, the tilt of a trunk, the bend of a branch. So much wisdom...

I sit at the feet of the universe and beg to be tutored. Teach me, I say, to let fruit ripen before I reach for it, to wait for sunlight to push its brightness out to paint the shining skin. Let me not merely taste but savor...

The crescent moon hangs low tonight, grazes the tops of buildings. Its grin is rakish, a Cheshire cat in a reclining Buddha pose. I think it knows something, but it’s not talking. I am restless. So much to do, so little time,...

A murder of crows carves circles in the sky, assails with a raucous riot. What synapses are firing in these corvid brains, able to plan, fashion tools, learn and remember? Am I the cause of this commotion? What do they think of...

Is it murder to kill a plant you have loved for 20 years, watered, dusted the exotic leaves, trimmed and fluffed, treated for powdery mildew? My green obsession is a remnant from an angry man I lived with who kept me small so he...

Some people drop quarters in now, not just pennies like they used to. When I was a kid, a quarter was gold. It bought five candy bars or five bags of M&Ms. A baby tooth under my pillow, tied in the knot of my cotton...