Passover Remembered by Alla Renée Bozarth Pack nothing. Bring only your determination to serve and your willingness to be free. Don’t wait for the bread to rise. Take nourishment for the journey, but eat standing, be ready to move...
Late Feast Evening, the edge of the city, a whole day of void, then all at once the late feast: the Sanskrit of dusk that speaks in a glowing tongue of joy. High overhead flow cigarette firelets no one is...
Magic We were talking about magic as we drove along a crowded Sunday highway when the whirl of wings made me turn and a flock of geese flew over our car so low I could see their feet tucked under...
I HAVE ROADS IN ME Winding within my arteries into distant hills of memories, where dreams float like dandelion fibers on bright, chill, breezy mornings under a canopy of cottonwood branches. Where leaves glimmer sunlight roads turn. I have roads...
The Beginning of Real Time Almost morning, somewhere along the edge of March, I woke to a moment so still, I heard the ice cracking on the frozen waters of the world. Rising from the valley between night and day,...
THERE IS NO WORD FOR GOODBYE Sokoya, I said, looking through the net of wrinkles into wise black pools of her eyes. What do you say in Athabascan when you leave each other? What is the word for goodbye?...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
