This is a poem I wrote for a Jewish Camp I used to go to when I was 12.

The thoughts expressed in this article do not necessarily represent the experience of others who practice Judaism in light of their homosexual inclinations.

A poem after reading Rachel Lichtenstein’s (with Iain Sinclair) Rodinsky’s Room.

A family story.

We are the still here, the world did not end. Is it okay that I feel disappointed?

An evening with Imran Khan:

Cultural Shock.

See you God.

Revising.

Awakening.