Tattered Kaddish


Taurean reaper of the wild apple field
messenger from earthmire gleaning
transcripts of fog
in the nineteenth year and the eleventh month
speak your tattered Kaddish for all suicides:

Praise to life though it crumbled in like a tunnel
on ones we knew and loved

Praise to life though its windows blew shut
on the breathing-room of ones we knew and loved

Praise to life though ones we knew and loved
loved it badly, too well, and not enough

Praise to life though it tightened like a knot
on the hearts of ones we thought we knew loved us

Praise to life giving room and reason
to ones we knew and loved who felt unpraisable.

Praise to them, how they loved it, when they could.


-- Adrienne Rich

they know not if it's dark outside or light

Now, with coffee (avec sucre) and work before me, a misty grey in the window beside me, and you held in my head, I am ready for this day. Good morning.

Edit: Talk about your short notice. Thank you Fredi for phone call (and for using the phone on Shabbos and a holiday) - good Yom Tov etc. - cell will be off until after services (noon-ish). My religious endeavors will always be last-minute.

never really got to hold on to you


xo

Kattes Klares Wasser

"Are you a mother or a sister?"

Hannah always asks the interesting questions.

I am finally going to meet Daphne.

Hey, y'all --

as you may know, i'll be on the road for the next
two months, to do readings to celebrate the new
book, Final Girl, coming out --

I'd love to see you in Boston, if that's where you are, or please feel free to pass this on or
repost it to friends of yours in the area!

It's always a relief and pleasure to have
friendly faces in the house!

D

Boston
10/12 —8PM K’vetch @ Oni Gallery
684 Washington Street

10/13 — 7PM Wordsworth
30 Brattle Street, Cambridge

10/15—8PM The Cantab Lounge
738 Massachusetts Avenue