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They tell me it is okay to dance
to this music as we all should
be very modern religious Jews
who need to bust the most modern moves.
they would ask how it felt
“to be a kike, to taste a baby’s
blood, to kill a savior?”
In its color alone,
my beard is the sun falling upon the evening
and some days
it is chaffing brambles, poison
sumac, creeping red vines everywhere.
1. Anna and Isaac met in an orphanage where they were hidden as Catholics. They married in Antwerp. The house door was six inches thick. Two great bolts shot into … Continue reading →
Sometimes I see Helen Passing by Wearing a long skirt. She pushes a metal walker Scraping against the ground. She always asks: “Sir! What day is today? What day is … Continue reading →
I never believed that anti-Semitism had disappeared, or ever would. But neither did I ever expect to live with the kind of fear and torment that older generations spoke of in … Continue reading →
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