Noah’s Blessing for the Third Dove

by Holly Frances Pettit

Originally published on February 1, 2001

All of the first day and second, most of the third I, crippled with cold, froth water and rot hardly kept Japheth in the gray light of this upper world. Once the spirit took him and I, drowsing, barely caught his sash and after many hard minutes wrenched him back, writhing from empty air and [...]

Wash, Dry Rub

by Holly Frances Pettit

Originally published on August 1, 1999

Lately I’ve been eating at Rothko Café, face down at the bar, praying for aspirin and coffee. Bolts of vermilion stab my eyes, between my temples rouge and blood contend. I’m waiting for Rebbe Braun to enter, cover me with his coat, divide the deep and from it form a place to stand. Loam – [...]