I was born in Philadelphia and spent her formative years in Haifa, Israel, Dayton, Ohio, and Michigan City, Indiana. I attended Connecticut College in New London and continued my studies at the Hebrew University and the Rubin Academy of Music in Jerusalem where I have lived since 1967, supporting myself variously as a musician, translator of Hebrew prose and poetry, and editor of literary and scholarly works. My book of selected poems, A Future More Vivid was published by with Sheep Meadow Press on November 4th, 2014. Here is a sampling of my poems:
Dark rabbit of the arbors and warrens of grammar,
I tell you in a language soft as grapes duly humbled by your tremor of a smile I will spring after you now
into a world that knows me when I speak.
Seasoned by the light of shooting stars
rock and dust flaming in the dark before dawn my plums
dangle from the galaxies sukham dukham
the fruit of pleasure pain.
Climbing hand over hand to safety on the rocks grizzled white and rust I've licked the dusty petrichor of home,
eons of home
on the tip of my tongue, the unknowable that sent me forth
among you, past and future souls
This tea I sip
is supposed to make me feel like a late Ming courtesan as I gaze from screen to wordbook to the
papery rice flower in a glass, listening to birds sing wantonly, content that "to warble"
means precisely what I needed it to mean.
No rat god cat god bat god on the Plain of Judges,
no towers caves or crannies to hide in.
Clouds throw shadow far and wide, a hush that levels pride
and stumps the trees.
Balaam to His Ass
Here's the thing, says Balaam to his ass outside the coffeehouse,
They are Mesopotamians like us- why dissemble-
and yet to hear them sing those cloying resonances of the north, fire in the hearth
wolves in the forest
who could foretell they'd
sprawl like drunkards on the divan
among the hajjis and traveling dervishes such love songs of the
flesh and soul
fitting their Hebrew words to our tunes, and yes,
I bless when I would curse them East and West.
I peek at the forever proud
as they swivel obliquely through sticky nuptials with the consent of heaven, don't know why
I'm overjoyed to be a beggar
spinning around the crowd here before the honey runs out.