Novelist Sarah Shotland interviews me for Writer on Writer, a feature on Karen Lilis' Small Press Librarian blog.
http://karenslibraryblog.blogspot.com/2014/09/writer-on-writer-sarah-shotland.html
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Taschlikh
Here's a poem for all you sinners. It's the Jewish New Year now, when we do taschlikh--we throw lint or bread crumbs from our pockets into a body of water to symbolize letting go of our sins.
TASCHLIKH
By
the wizened roots of a massive oak
under
the juniper tree
I
cast my sins into the creek
scraping
the lint from my pocket,
a
mass of gritty regrets
tangled
together, lodging under my nails.
I
sat on the muddy bank
not
caring about my skirt.
Blue
gentians twisted in the oak roots,
clover
bent under my boots.
One
bit of foil was clumped in with my sins.
The
lint swished downstream,
but
the tiny glint of foil,
flashing
in the sun, hooked
on
a mass of gingko leaves too great
to
be moved by mere water.
Some
sins are too beautiful
to
ever let go.
from Nine Kinds of Wrong, JKPublishing
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