Molly Moses

Three Poems


ISSUE 56 | SERVICE | SEP 2015

Giving
 
The sky opens
with no sound
except for what
falls from her



27 toward the Omer
 
Leading services in
ten minutes twenty
minutes away walking

she stands by
a car paused
at the light

looks in the
window at a
woman looking out



Siberia
 
A cow with a bell
stands in the grass
by the dusty road.

The grass waves.
A woman in town
has a broken fridge.

She sits in a chair
in her dim kitchen.
The phone is silent.

Five houses away
the repairman,
drinking, sleeps.


The Hypocrite Reader is free, but we publish some of the most fascinating writing on the internet. Our editors are volunteers and, until recently, so were our writers. During the 2020 coronavirus pandemic, we decided we needed to find a way to pay contributors for their work.

Help us pay writers (and our server bills) so we can keep this stuff coming. At that link, you can become a recurring backer on Patreon, where we offer thrilling rewards to our supporters. If you can't swing a monthly donation, you can also make a 1-time donation through our Ko-fi; even a few dollars helps!

The Hypocrite Reader operates without any kind of institutional support, and for the foreseeable future we plan to keep it that way. Your contributions are the only way we are able to keep doing what we do!

And if you'd like to read more of our useful, unexpected content—leave your email below to hear from us when we publish.