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SOMEONE ASKED IF I WRITE POETRY *Universality* towards generational anxiety therefore the way it all works is incorrect pertaining to the wondrous altogether sides in the entire sayings…

This game is too complicated to play. and the rules cannot be counted. Moving on the fly and changing by whim. and money is not the answer. Now…

Have you lived — On a numbered avenue, Did you wonder, can I walk them all the way down to number zero, or all the way up, to…

I knew a man He survived the camps on his good looks. Can I survive a party On mine? One boy’s blue eyes found him favor with the…

And I was making speeches Trying to straighten creases, Pushing all the blemishes off your body. expunging all complexity Then Night fell And everything was straight. Oh how…

Tell me a story”. Children ask it from their parents, students ask it from their teachers, grown-ups ask it from the bookstore or storyteller. Who doesn’t love a…

Morning shined new and bright, by mid afternoon ready to die, in the evening drunk, and then it was morning again.

In preparation for Pesach we read the Parsha where we are commanded to go and buy a lamb for the Korban Pesach and the rest of its Halachos.…

The two Parshiot Vayakhel Pekudei read this week consist of an almost play by play recap of the two parshiot Terumah and Tetzaveh. In Terumah we have the…

Thanks Amichai and team for putting this together. It’s always nice to have a meeting whose objective is how to get us to do less not more. Jotting…

The end of Parshas Tisa tells the story of Moshe Rabbeinu’s Masve – his mask, or veil. After Moshe came down from being on Mount Sinai with God…

The Rebbe Reb Bunim of Peshischa Said: In the period when there was a Jewish king and Jewish warriors, the simple interpretation of the wars we read about…

Parshat Terumah contains what is essentially the blueprint plans and instructions for the Layout, building, and furniture, of the Mishkan. The preservation and inclusion of all these detailed…

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have no scripts and no lines. Curtains never rise and directors never cue. All…

I hate your praise, Not because I mistrust, But for it is not enough. Had I known praise, I would not need yours. I hate your company, You…

Earth was my canvas. I sowed it with tears. Colored within the borders.  Of my parents estate. Then the skies broke, My trees pierced the clouds. I could…