I didn't write my poems because I wanted to, they were wrung from me. I had to write them.
We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.
Can it be I am the only Jew residing in Danville, Kentuchy, looking for matzoh in the Safeway and the A & P?
Love, we are a small pond.
The time on either side of now stands fast.
It is important to act as if bearing witness matters.