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Karen Friedland: Gone

Gone is the old grove of green trees

Gone is the once-young, dancing body I had

October 22, 2019 · Leave a comment

Choman Hardi: Homeland, what shall I do with you?

What shall I do with you, homeland?
What shall I do with all this blood?
Where shall I put you
to prevent you from filling my days
with damage and grief?

October 21, 2019 · Leave a comment

Video: 12 Zloty

Yael and Nofar were inspired by the eclectic and colorful look of a Polish deli they stumbled upon in Scotland. Wanting to create a story within this setting, they came up with 12 Zloty – a love story about a daydreaming butcher and his favorite customer.

October 20, 2019 · 1 Comment

Marco North: The Stairs

Downstairs, there is a pile of kopeks next to the garbage bins. A ruble is far less than a penny, and there are one hundred kopeks to every ruble…. The kopeks are not there to be thrown away. They are for someone who actually needs them. Three hundred of them would buy a potato or two.

October 20, 2019 · Leave a comment

Miriam Levine: Beauty Secrets of the Dead

Jen who never read anything
but bills and Sunday papers
comes back from the dead educated.

October 19, 2019 · Leave a comment

Baruch November: Beard 18

The Zohar tells us a beard embodies the 13  attributes of mercy and compassion, yet sometimes I care  only about myself.  I love the snow in its falling, though, I … Continue reading

October 17, 2019 · Leave a comment

Elena Karina Byrne: Marlene Dumas : World Evil is Banal

I stood up, willed for nothing. I looked into this liquid mirror until she
looked back & remembered me holding out the scissors like albatross wings

October 16, 2019 · Leave a comment

Jason Baldinger: David Ogden Stiers

I can’t come off the night shift schedule
so I get 4 hours sleep a night for a week
drool all day, try not to pass out standing up
god forbid I catch a nap, sleep with a bag of diapers under my head

October 15, 2019 · 1 Comment

Robin Wall Kimmerer: I close my eyes and listen to the voices of the rain

Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy.

October 14, 2019 · Leave a comment

Michael Simms: Love

When I was a child, my mother told me
God has many faces
And She reveals Herself
In many ways.

October 13, 2019 · 20 Comments

Meg Pokrass: Between Animals

I imagined climbing the Everest of his body, perching on the top of his belly like a sexy squid, dangling my breasts over the shelf of his face like fishing lines.

October 12, 2019 · 1 Comment

Robert Frost: “Out, Out—”

The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.

October 11, 2019 · 1 Comment

Angele Ellis: Naomi Shihab Nye’s “The Tiny Journalist”

In her latest collection of poems, an award-winning poet explores resistance and hope among the Palestinian people.

October 10, 2019 · Leave a comment

Sheila Carter-Jones: Running into a high school classmate years after

I was the only, back then Negro, girl
in a class of four hundred waves splashing,
tossing me about in the crash

October 9, 2019 · 1 Comment

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