Four more inches of dry powder. The stream has shrunk to the thinnest black ribbon between white cliffs—a body that refuses to be buried.


  1. Yes. thank you….this fits my general mood in the face of covid, and all kinds of family trauma going on distant geographically and right inside of my body these cold/snowy Feb. days. Poetry and constant Torah study and love in my household saving me. You’re a daily part of this three-legged stool.

    1. Thanks, Susan, that’s really gratifying to hear. I fancy the design of this site is even vaguely Talmudic, with the sidebar column of alternate readings for every given date. :) Spring is right around… er, several corners, probably. Hang in there!

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