What does a dog know of being a wolf, a wolf know of being a dog? The wolf howls not to understand the moon but to know itself in the community of nature, to shout out its place in the pack and among the stars. It knows hunger that a dog will…
Category: movies
Gretel and Hansel Get Parental Advice
We tell our children not to wander in the woods, never to stop or enter the cottage with the peppermint scent and gingerbread façade for a naked witch is sleeping inside. Beware the milk weeping from an axe handle outside, the tingling inside that stretches from heart to toes that neither sinks nor swims…
Underwater
I am Jonah in the belly of Leviathan living only when the beast surfaces, exchanging liquid grief, heavy air for the unwanted gasps of new life. I pray out of this belly for gills and only the ocean hears my voice, It deepens and encompasses me, its waves billowing me in absolution. The…
The Song of Names
It was chanted for five Sabbaths in a row in the small synagogue with the charred bimah, ashes staining the tzitzits of the rebbe’s tallit, as he raised his arms above his head, closed his eyes and sang the first alaf of seven thousand dabars, the oral memory passed down six generations, a psalm for…
The Hand
Every cut is a bleeding thorn, every breath is a spread of fingers. The ear records all its silences. - Lose a hand and it goes to the trash heap, lose an ear and everyone will think of Van Gogh. - In the landfill the hand discovers fire, it discovers how to conquer the rats,…
The Two Popes
For some God comes in silence and for others it’s a saxophone solo. He’s the confession a lonely parish priest has waited all day to see and hear after lattice hours of watching smoke blow down like Cain’s rejected offering. Every soul has two Popes, both living in God but are not of it.…
Yoda Siths the Universe for the Rise of Skywalker
The force is another Jedi mind trick that convinces the soul that all that is Sith is not necessarily sin but the whining of a baby Yoda aware of his Death Star.
Read More "Yoda Siths the Universe for the Rise of Skywalker"
Honey Boy
We carry our fathers on our backs, honey boys to their joys and violence, absorbing their frustrations in memory or dispersing their cries into indifferent winds. Our hearts listen for the end of the cycle powerless to the mind beating the rhythm anew and the soul’s prayers for forgiveness bounded in an eternal history…
Knives Out
Let the black dogs run wild, sharpen the knives for some real back stabbing, roundup the usual suspects, the mystery is about to begin. - The cardigan teen with his nose buried in his iPhone- he’s a suspect- murderous thoughts sprouting his blood-brain barrier. - The neglected son tethered to a high ranking, paying position…