Th last sunlight broke
in the stained glass window of the synagogue.
The sunlight didn’t break, we are broken,
the word ”broken” is broken.

Yehuda Amichai

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I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

1 thought on “Broken

  1. Wonderfully powerful Miriam. My friend Carol Kay and her pal Steve Terrell (Terrill? I should know) really enjoyed your reading and I was sorry to miss it.

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