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Poem: Rabbi Ishmael ben Elisha I

by Jason Schneiderman

1 day ago

From the cover of 'Striking Surface,' Ashland Poetry Press

(in which he fails to reverse the decree)

We thought poverty would protect us

but it did not.

 

We thought suffering... read full article

  • Poem: Seamstress

    by Patty Seyburn

    2 weeks ago

    My mother saved wrapping paper folded in neat angles and put away for never The tear should be made on the left side, over the heart Hundred of buttons...

  • Poem: Echo Locating

    by M.E. Silverman

    July 2, 2015 | 12:25 pm

    If you are lucky

    you will find your echo,

    not the cartoon version,

    perched on a canyon’s edge

    with the empty yelling

    & cheeks like apples,

    but the space that extends you,

    fills the void

    & becomes you

    the way twigs return to a tree,

    nest-warm.


    First published in “The Breath Before Birds Fly” (2013).

    M.E. Silverman is poetry editor at Blue Lyra Review and review editor of Museum of Americana and author of the chapbook “The Breath Before Birds Fly” (ELJ Press, 2013).

  • Poem: Souvenir

    by Jehanne Dubrow

    June 24, 2015 | 4:26 pm

    In Kraków’s marketplace, the kiosks vend             
    carved men at thirty złotys each:  a Jew                 
    who grips the Torah in his wooden...

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  • Poem: In my hands

    by Simkha Shayevitch

    June 17, 2015 | 2:44 pm

    In my hands I lift

    the goblet of red wine

    in the middle of a field

    up toward the sky

    and bless the red strength

    that flames

    like a torch

    in dark

    bony hands.


    “In My Hands” is translated by Sarah Traister Moskovitz. The poem is from the Ringelblum Archives and appears in poetryinhell.org

    Simkha Shayevitch died 1944 in Auschwitz of typhoid. He was one of the best-known poets in the Lodz Ghetto and his poetry was popular throughout Jewish Poland.

  • Poem: The Little Ice Age

    by Chana Bloch

    June 11, 2015 | 1:27 pm

    Europe shivered for centuries in the Little Ice Age.

    Rivers froze; crops failed;

    people chewed on pine bark, begged             

    the stubborn...

  • Ecclesiastes

    by Marcela Sulak

    May 27, 2015 | 10:03 am

    Katamon, Jerusalem

    It’s so nice to be pretty and wearing polka dots
    on a swinging dress with a small cinched waist
    pushing a blue-eyed child through...

  • A Lollipop for E.P.

    by Joshua Weiner

    May 20, 2015 | 3:24 pm

    Stuck a Chupa Chup into the ground

    Beside the grave of Ezra Pound

    Then jumped aboard the vaporetto

    To lose myself in the Jewish ghetto

    Looking for the synagogue

    That kept moving in the Venice fog

    Like an apparition in the crowd

    Where Jews were sometimes allowed.


    Joshua Weiner is the author of three books of poetry; his most recent book is “The Figure of a Man Being Swallowed by a Fish.”  He lives in Washington, D.C.

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