Noteworthy

In addition to my recently published books, The Earth Claims Her and Hear Her Voice, I am grateful to have poems accepted by a variety of literary journals. Kintsugi, in collaboration with the wonderful artwork by April Zay, won an award for Visual and Poetic Art from the gorgeous journal White Enso.

30 Days of Inspiration: stardust, Bedazzled, Dreaming of Places 

Abraxas Review: Trembling

Better Than Starbucks: The Obligation

Bucks County Herald Poet’s Corner: Moondance, Trembling

Neshaminy Journal: Tyler Park, Bucks County, PA, the sound a deer makes

Oddball Magazine: After Being Haunted by Benedict Cumberbatch in Power of the Dog

Poetry Super Highway: Silenced Voices

RVF Poetry Anthology: Reblooms, Stardust, Reading Tea Leaves, Helianthus

Schuylkill Valley Journal: Devastation, Accusation

Silver Birch Press:  Playing Monopoly, Swimming Lesson 

The Jewish Writing Project: Slow Burn, My Grandmother’s Hands, The Slant of Afternoon Light

The Penwood Review: Requiem

The Poet Family Anthology: Eternal Flame

Tiferet: A Journal of Spiritual Literature: Flight

Tiny Seed Journal: Bedazzled, Helianthus, Trembling

Tiny Wren Lit: She Strikes the Match

To Write of Love During War: Poems: Embrace the Moon

US 1 Worksheets: Precipice, River of Stones, The Color of Her Dreams 

White Enso: i am of earth, Moon Dance, Takayama Renewal, Kintsugi, Sakura

ARTWRKD, an art consortium in Newtown, PA, included my poem, Reblooms, as part of the group art exhibition, The Humanity of Love, February 2024.

Kintsugi, a poem and art collaboration, received this award and was selected for a juried show of Artists of Yardley as one of only 80 pieces.

Collaborations are among my favorite creative endeavors! I wrote the lyrics for Home Is Where I Am, which is performed by Mandy Monreal and Cantor Devorah Avery with music by Mandy Monreal. (More music by composer/singer Mandy can be found at Mandy Monreal Music.)

The Obligation

The Obligation was published in Better Than Starbucks.

The Obligation

Her sister ran away before she grew large enough to wield a rake. Even then she knew that she dared not to dream, her future laid out in the endless rows of corn, peach orchards, and strawberry fields. As time climbed past and around her and she grew into an adult, her future was sealed in the sweat of the family farming business. She toiled and dutifully filled the shoes of the big sister who faded from memory. Her resentment mixed in with the once rich soil, and a new crop grew out of the earth. It swallowed her whole.

 

 

Slow Burn

Slow Burn was published by The Jewish Writing Project.

Slow Burn

none of Solomon’s wisdom was imparted
when my father forced religion on me
like a too-tight outfit
after my grandmother died

before this loss, he was unobservant
holidays spent only over food
overnight, he became a Conservative Jew
and a faithful synagogue member

my Jewishness had been a protective cloak
I donned at my discretion
now his sudden threats and punishments
plunged me into the realm of Gehinnom

coerced to go to synagogue
I dressed in my resentment
endured the hard pew
the incomprehensible ancient language

people shuckling and dipping
like wind-up toys in synchronicity
like the flames of candles
and I ignited
glowing
burning slowly