A sharply composed collage-poem that provokes us to perceive connections, to recognize the reality of multiple convictions in our troubled time, and to ask ourselves: What now? What then?
Impossible requirements for assimilation then turn into rasping hate-speech that evolves into sneer, into threat.
Falk’s new Haggadah brings us life-saving steps in the right direction: she retains some of the original patriarchal conceits, jettisons others, and makes the Haggadah personal and very accessible.
The latest midrash with a woman-centered version of the story of “the binding of Isaac.”
In Honor of National Poetry Month, Lilith will be sharing original work by Jewish feminist poets throughout the first week in April. We begin in the Garden of Eden…
It took more than a year of life with a dog for me to understand that I wasn’t simply looking at a creature who preferred me to all others on earth. I was in fact looking in a mirror.
With my tattoos, I am an artsy fartsy Jewess who has forged my own authentic derech (path).
I am not Russian, but I speak Russian. It’s a kind of nonconsensual tattoo Stalin left behind on my parents—better tattooed than dead.
Spider crawls across the rim of pot. I flick it into the rain pounding down. Search the flowerbeds for squirming bodies, run my fingers gently through wet earth waiting for their silky touch.
Some unlikely visitors at my new home connected me to my Jewish roots.
