poetry by Layle Silbert


Friday morning
I braid my hair
in front of the mirror
cannot see behind my head
think of braids
I might have made
on a Friday morning
kneading dough
separating it into strands
& braiding them
into a crown
round as a rose
as only our village did
for Sabbath bread
the whole world would know
here is a challah from Tels
taste it

Hair and Desire

The articles in this special section:


poetry by Layle Silbert


poetry by Maxine Silverman

Ballad of the Washed Hair

poetry by Yehuda Amichai

Brushing Out My Daughter’s Hair

poetry by Sharon Olds

Dead Women

poetry by Siv Cedering Fox

I’m Letting it Grow

poetry by Nancy Blotter