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Al Kiddush Hashem

Al Kiddush Hashem (to sanctify His name) We will climb this last cold hillside where morning leaves its breath upon the uncomplaining stones, its voice of light come just beneath the sky’s grey arch and arbor. You will carry my wood to your altar. Your back is broad, bronzed; I have come old—have grown tired […]

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Not Jumping

The honest power of a winter-shocked sun is doing its best   but it still looks like the scarce light is coming from the blue.   The sky among the clouds is like chipped paint—   nothing is falling, though.   Face your fears, they said. I remember   trying to forget all about that […]

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