in memory of Esther Shumiatcher-Hirschbein 1.On a sunny Elul afternoonI kneel at your gravea sprig of rue in my pocket.I recite a tkhine for visiting the graveyardand imagine that you know this ritual–stretching string to calculatethe space your body inhabits.The unspooling wick rests gentleon rough-cut grass, touchingthe edges of mortality,its twists separating and connecting worlds:the … Continue reading Keyvermestn by Janet Madden