A poem is like a dream In that it shows us the truth Without telling it Because, truth be told There’s no telling
There’s a groove I’ve been going… just between heroic and anti-heroi… that’s perfectly romantic But betwixt the truth-teller and the soothsayer
I’ll go those who want to live on forever in their apartment… one better– I’ll never even leave
I’ve long since stopped working on myself but I work overtime on my curated self
When I got to the front of the self-checkout line I assumed there’d be a mirror but to my surprise and delight it was even better than I’d hoped
We think nothing’s shocking since we’ve seen it all when really it’s because we’re blind to the obvious
When you obey men They use it to control you When you obey God You use it to control yourself
Inevitably my spirit vegetable was rutabaga
Whenever it looks like the Jews have finally been accepted by their host culture you can be sure that trouble for the Jews
The heat of mutual disdain that always sustained us in person has cooled with depersonalized cam… that detain us via cursor
The difference between God and ma… Is that man can’t abide A free Jew While God will abide With the Jews
It always comes back to Love and work– The whole point of Love of country Is found in doing the work
If dreams are the fulfillment of wishes you aren’t allowed to make then daydreams are the fulfillment of wishes
Do I still get credit For ignoring the critics If they are just the voices in my…
Slow and steady wins the race If there is no finish line How do you win If you can’t finish first? If you’re the one