Prayers and Promises

“Baruch Dayan Ha’emet,” you whisper; A plea for compassion and comfort To the True Judge, father, and life giver. In this moment of grief and disbelief, Your wounds continue to blister.   “Baruch Dayan Ha’emet,” you weep; As the weight of the pain crushes your spirit. How many more? Why is life so cheap? That…

Bittersweet Victories

She made me a Blue necklace, And called it the Storyteller In honor of all those times When I feasted on her brain With a liberal seasoning Of romance, drama, tragedy And unfulfilled loves. Also, railing against injustice Weeping for Jyoti and Asifa, Clutching at pages from the Torah And the Geeta and the Granth…

Choose Life

Choose Life… Because there is a little more milk in the carton The newspaper boy will arrive in the morning There is a sale on brown rice at Wegmans Blueberries are really good this season And there’s a new Pizzeria in the neighborhood   Choose life… Because the theatre’s playing Hamlet this month Regal is…

I Say Nothing

I’m sipping cola from my almost empty can Mommy and I shared it at first But then she said I could finish it. It is hot inside the bus but we cannot get off Not yet…. We must reach the good place Where no one will shoot us for not putting Our hands up fast…

Umbrella

The worn blue canvas fades to a shimmering grey, As the first flurries of snow fall upon my old, faithful umbrella. I remember walking to school under it, sparring with Delhi’s tropical monsoon. A child’s adult treasure, Practical yet playful; my umbrella was a masterful actor. The king of make-believe Of battles and treasure hunts,…

Lost in the Shoah

What is death? A last memory in the throes of fevered nightmares Stiff and twisted bodies tumbling out of a cattle car Hungry lips torn away from a mother’s bosom too soon Two sips of water not given after a day’s hard labor The stench of unwashed nakedness in the snow And charcoal-scented Dial bars…

Real Women

Real women are fat Real women are thin Real women are also Somewhere in between.   Real women are curvy Real women are sharp Real women are arrow-stiff They’re a walking work of art.   Real women cross their legs Real women spread them wide Real women may not have legs And that’s perfectly fine….

Seventeen Vacant Desks

Daddy, don’t be mad, I can’t make it to football practice today, I’m under my desk, hiding, I’m staying quiet and trying to pray.   Brad’s lying a few feet away, I can’t tell what’s wrong, There’s so much blood on his face, I’m scared but I’m being strong.   Miss Tracy is trying to…

High on NY

Bagels and pretzels smell like the morning, Of businesswomen rushing to board meetings… Starbucks in one hand, Louis Vuitton in the other, Manhattan is for the materialistic, they say… But in between the narrow spaces in perfectly applied fake lashes, The powerful strains of Christine’s anguish resound, As a phantom from the shadows makes her…

Two Of Me

There are two of me that live inside our humble, little home. The red me; bold and fiery, alive with every beat of our heart. The white me; boring and broken, living because we must. The red me wants to pack a lifetime in each breath we take. The white me complains that even one…