Sunday, August 18, 2024

Friday, August 16, 2024

A Few of Sandy's Recipes

Translation: Crock Pot Chicken with Orange Sauce

Put in pot: garlic, little oil + salt

chicken dredged in flour

1 can mushrooms with juice

1/2 Cup orange Tang

Layer ingredients in crock pot

or baking dish in above order.

Cover and bake in 350 degree oven

for 1 hour or cook in crock pot

Sandy, in our kitchen in Atlántida. Photo courtesy of Nancy Baker.

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Fragments

Walks on the beach,

nights by the fire,

the pictures you painted,

the words that you spoke,

the towels that you chose,

handmade birthday cards,

the last earrings you wore,

your wedding band

on my right hand--

I'm not talking about

a sample of your ashes,

though I have that too,

but all these things

are fragments of you.

Parque del Plata, Uruguay,

August 14, 2024

Tuesday, August 13, 2024

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Friday, August 9, 2024

Sunday, August 4, 2024

The Sheep Who Have Strayed from the House of Israel

בארצות הגוים אל תלכו ובערי השמרונים אל תבואו׃

לכו לצאן אשר נדחו מבית ישראל׃

Mt. 10:5,6 (in Shem Tob's Hebrew Matthew)

"To the lands of the Gentiles do not go and into the cities of the Samaritans do not enter. Go to the sheep who have strayed from the house of Israel." (Translation by Professor George Howard.)

Who are those "sheep who have strayed?" My friend Yakov told me that he thought I was one of them. But how could this be? Yakov well knew that, in spite of certain genetics on my father's side, I had been raised as a Catholic. Apparently, it's more complicated than that. Apparently, "the sheep who have strayed" is a category whose boundaries are wider than this life. So my friend Yakov thought.

So Yakov held an extraordinary opinion, He was also an extraordinary person. Reb Yakov Leib HaKohain (the poet L. G. Corey) could have been just another gay poet hanging out in Sausalito. Instead, he reached back into his ancestry and became who he really was: Yakov Leib. This was no distortion of the truth; it was a revelation of the truth. The Leib name was ancestral, as were the kohanim. He was not a Rabbi (he used "Reb" much as an honorary "Col." has been used in the South), but he would have made a good one, had his life followed a different path.

L. G. Corey was not bound by the circumstances of his birth. Apparently, the world does not get to tell us who we are. Apparently we have to search deep inside and decide it for ourselves.

Like Yakov, I write poetry. Like Yakov, I have studied (and even practiced) different religious traditions. Like Yakov, my deep-rooted spiritual home is Judaism. Like Yakov, I will tell the world who I am.

Donald Jacobson Traxler

Donald Traxler's Poetry