Another Day, Another Year

So here we are, again, Ready (?) to stand in front of HaShem begging for mercy. אבינו מלךנו – our father, our king – we cry asking for a better year that the one passed. Somehow, the liturgy of the High Holidays always brings me to inner tears. I don’t think I am able to…

Sounds of Pain

I live in a big city. So big that when I leave work, there is no place on the sidewalks for us, pedestrians, running to the subway, bus, or train out of this mayhem. We walk and run on the road risking to end up under a car. It is so big that when I…

Verses Out Loud

I do not write poetry. I just don’t dare calling my little writings this way. What I write is just verses that come into my head once in a while, and sometimes need to be vocalized. Sometimes I have a soft smile, most of the times tears in my eyes, and other times gentle and quiet…