A poem about those moments when I'm not feeling the sadness in the midst of the mourning.
Low level sadness, right beneath the surface, is the constant guest in the heart and mind of the mourner. This poem reflects those feelings during shloshim for my father, Ken Kipnes, Papa.
A video that explores what it feels like to be a mourner, featuring my poem - The Secret Life of a Mourner.
A video that explores what to say to a mourner. Of particular significance for me since my father Ken Kipnes died.
A spoken word poem about a rabbi who realizes that after all the pastoral support for people whose loved ones have died, he never really knew what it felt like. Until his own father died.
A poem providing insight into mourning during the in-between times.
A poem about facing the moments over the High Holy Days - small but meaningful - when my dad won't be there.
Poem about when a friend visited me during my dad's shiva.
Standing for Kaddish that first time is surreal. This poem captures the multitude of feelings as I stood in temple to recite Kaddish for my father Ken Kipnes.
I am still a mourner. A poem about how my body - tears, trembling shoulders, welling up of emotions - remind me that I am still a mourner. Remembering my father, Ken Kipnes.
Where do I find a minyan in Disneyland when I need to say Kaddish for my father? Outside It’s a Small World, after all! There, my students ensured I had a community for Kaddish.
A spoken word poem about the theological questions that arise after the death of a loved one. Written as I think about my father Ken Kipnes.
A poem about my experience as a mourner following the ritual of not shaving during Shloshim.
A poem about what a mourner experiences, hidden away from the rest of the world, sometimes hidden even from friends or community members
A poem about the challenges of finding poetry (and meaning I can hold onto) during shloshim for my father