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"Godlight" by Noah Kahan
and all his other songs, album covers mostly variations of a homesick grayish-green. Acoustic guitar thrumming through the speakers in steady 4/4 time.
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thresholds
take me out.
knock me over the head with a baseball bat and drag my unconscious form
beneath the shadowed wall. into a wardrobe. a hobbit hole.
wherever you can think to put me, do so. i want out.
i want to make my mark
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what a week this year has been
I go through weeks like I do sheets of paper, or hair ties, or poems.
I use them all up but I can't remember what I wrote.
Years are like that too. Someone asks what I did last Monday
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The East Wind
The East Wind is a rabbi in a darkened shul. He sits pored over the Torah scroll long into the night, his back bent like a cane. People come and go and come again, whispering prayers for the needy, the hungry, the sick.
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hanukkah miracles
my walk home.
the 4 p.m. sunset already lighting the shamash on the horizon,
melting the mountains like orange wax.
lunch with my friends, onion rings & coconut yogurt
Loves
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free
“land of the free” but we watch our step, so we don’t get taken away, and our rights are slowly started to fade
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let the ice melt
let the ice melt
let them lose their pelts of hate and coldness
let them seelet them see the horror they cause,
turning neighbors into enemies -
threads of one
the morning arises. the grandma praying for her day the teenager walking his mini poodle thinking about the schoolwork he has
the teacher arriving to work planning her lesson
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Ankles Cuffed to Endless Constellations
I had led my own crusade to
the stars above; to the unknown.
Through soles of my feet, I graced the
lights upheld. Carefully, I danced
to the song of success. Chasing
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The Garden’s Secret Choir
Beneath the slow breath of morning soil,
the onion hums and its layered heart asleep,
a pale globe guarding tears untold.
Nearby, garlic dreams in clustered cloves,
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questions for the tiny bird
Tiny ceramic bird, frozen in midair. Are you doomed to spend eternity seeking a flower you will never see? Spiderwebs cover your body as you dangle from a wire, staring at a pole of wood, cracks forming with time.