NIGHT FEEDING Three in the morning: you're curled on my shoulder like a hermit crab out of its shell, warm as a blanket out of the dryer when I lift you down from your perch your dark eyes are wide open as a hind longs for water my...

The kind editors at Scribblers on the Roof have published a second one of my poems! This isn't one of my Torah poems; this time it's a Chanukah poem, which was previously published at Zeek, a Jewish journal of thought and culture (where I am now a...

On the second day of Rosh Hashanah, after services were over, two of my friends threw a Blessingway for me. That afternoon I received letters, blessings, beads, stories, and poems from friends. (All of the blessings for me, and for Ethan, are preserved...

EL SHADDAI (NURSING POEM) Was God overwhelmed when Her milk first came in roused by our thin cries for compassion? She'd birthed creation from amoebas to galaxies but did she expect to see her own changeability mirrored behind our eyes?...

This past Saturday was Drew's eighth day outside the womb, which meant it was time for us to officially welcome him into the world. We held a two-part ceremony: a bris (brit milah) which was attended by nuclear family, and a babynaming/welcoming...