To Jerusalem
byTo Jerusalem And I know, Oh breath behind the wind, You know that I call to her Cry to her, grin at the curves…
Poetry
Exile
byHow do you wake up a sleeping nation When it’s pillows are made of the finest silks They sleep with the enemy wrapped in…
Diaspora
bySometimes exile cuts like a knife Away from my home is just a half life Don’t know if feeling this lost is worth the…
From the Field
byI’ve seen your eyes in the desert Glimpsing dusted moments from between those two rocks, embracing from eternity to now I’ve seen your smile…
Why
byTo my left I hear the rise and fall Of stunted, shallow breath. To my right I hear the harrowed call To save our…
The Fallen and the Future
byAll that roars amidst That valley of bones, Taut sinew and coursing blood Ringing out, flame licking the pillars of smoke Zion’s triumph, the…