Broken Matzah
On the New Jersey transit train
I pulled my particularity
out of a brown paper bag:
one of four broken pieces of
buttered matzah.
Slowly, delicately
I proceeded with my dinner.
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Merle Feld
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Broken matzahApril 10, 2012
Broken Matzah On the New Jersey transit train I pulled my particularity out of a brown paper bag: one of four broken pieces of buttered matzah. Slowly, delicately I proceeded with my dinner. (more…) I'll be looking for you as we all go out from Egypt tonightApril 6, 2012
Living as a poet means you are acutely attuned to the voices within, you seek to listen, to discern the words that best capture your own inner truth. But I am a poet who is interested as well in the inner lives of others – ever wider circles of care and love have beckoned me from my private musings, from my cherished writing venues of study and porch. (more…)
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