Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
A photograph, miraculously taken of a star’s birth, taken just when that star ripped itself from absolute chaos (near the constellation of Sagittarius, my birth sign) an undeniable thrill, this sign – a star born at my sign Scientists become poets, (a rich and powerful dichotomy) describing a supernova explosion Read more
“Does your weakness show as your strength?” Rivka leans towards me from behind a scratched wooden desk in her office at Neve Yerushalayim Girls’ Seminary. The thin metal folding chair I’m sitting on creaks as I cross and uncross my nylon covered legs under my long blue skirt. It’s October, Read more
He used to bring me into the bedroom to talk. He knew I liked to talk and that my mother and grandmother were terrible listeners and so he knew all I wanted was an ear. And so he’d let me talk and even better let me ask questions. What’s that Read more
Plucked her eyebrows on the way Shaved her legs and then he was a she She says, “Hey, babe, Take a walk on the wild side.” Said, “Hey, honey, Take a walk on the wild side.” –Lou Reed, Walk On The Wild Side The first time I laid my eyes Read more
In this year of 2016, we fancy our culture to be one with free societal standards. Especially when it comes to sex and relationships. Notice I wrote “sex” first. More than ever, young children are eager to shed their virginity so they can join the ranks of the mature. Because, Read more
I will have been at this school for nine years and it’s starting to make me feel unshiny. Like a blanket that’s been washed too many times and isn’t soft anymore or a word that’s been said too much and has lost it’s meaning. After my second year here, I Read more
(For my sisters) Familial alarm clock Mercilessly screaming the Blood red fingers of time Forces you to strike Back and embarrass it With a slap of your own As your stinging waking eyes Look at molesting ashes In an abusive urn Being spread out Dream like By your hands on Read more
The first time I saw Jesus, I was five years old. I was walking down Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, holding my mom’s hand. He was tall, bearded, and dripping with blood. Two muscular men flanked him, their veins bulging as they supported the bulky wooden cross he dragged along behind Read more
