The Golem

Whispered words. The names
of G-d.
Spirit and earth.
Above and below.
Awake
in dreams.
A spark, a breath.
The Golem
becomes Life.

Tornado

Standing naked before the storm
I could only stare at
the jumble that once been people's lives
and grin helplessly.

Death was quick.

Microfiction on Freedom

Alone,
except for a river,
A river that led North.
Wade in the river.
Freedom,
her Soul cried.

Microfiction

Home was just
the stretch of a hand away.
All she had to do
was trust that
she could walk on water.
Water turned to mist.

Carnival

Dancing horses,
spinning tops.
I lost myself
in the carnival
and found my childhood.
Again.

Microfiction

Things that are ugly
are not always so.
Things that are dark
are not always evil.
And a life that is gentle?
The beast embraced the beauty.