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Poem: Funky Fuchsia

by Lori Levy

1 day ago

Image via shutterstock.com

Friday nights at my mother-in-law’s

I follow the exquisite nails

of my Armenian sister-in-law from Iran.

Pale blue sometimes like her mohair sweater,

or yellow, pushing back a... read full article

  • Chana Bloch’s new poems on art, life and the old world

    by Carol V. Davis

    3 weeks ago

    Great anticipation and much pleasure always accompany the release of a new book of poetry by a major poet. This certainly is the case for Chana Bloch's “Swimming in the Rain, New and Selected Poems 1980-2015” (Autumn House Press). The book includes 29 new poems and includes...

  • Poem: Meet Me (Breathless)

    by Hadara Bar-Nadav

    3 weeks ago

    on the corner of sky and lamppost. I will look for you so wear your eyes. Wear your face that has slept in curls. I will breathe the tulip scent of your hair and the sidewalk’s soot-lined snow. Don’t forget to bring your delicate feet, those edible toes uncold in your oversized...

  • Poem: Small Antiques

    by Miriam Ulinover, (killed in Auschwitz, 1944)

    December 17, 2014 | 1:37 pm

    Once there were three girls beautiful as gold,

    who bragged about the rare antiques each of them did hold;

    “I have a little head scarf,” one boasted with pride —

    “From my great grandmother, with squares and flowers wide.” 

    “I have a jeweled needle” — the second proudly...

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  • Poem: Sticks and Stones

    by Rabbi Harold M. Schulweis

    December 17, 2014 | 12:55 pm

    Rabbi Harold M. Schulweis wrote this poem about genocide on the eve of the High Holy Days earlier this year. He submitted it now as a reminder that "Never Again" should be pledged to halt the killings of unarmed Black men by police in New York and Ferguson, Mo., and many other...

  • Poem: Yeshiva in the Pale, January, 1892

    by Floyd Skloot

    December 11, 2014 | 1:08 pm

    Early morning, as Cossacks on horseback

    circled the old wooden synagogue, chants

    seeped out like smoke through the walls. Black

    hatted elders inside shut their eyes and danced

    in circles of their own before the holy ark.

    Prayer deepened the air as one fat soldier nailed

    ...
  • Poem: Climbing

    by Yehoshua November

    November 19, 2014 | 12:00 pm

    This morning,

    in the small basement shul,

    amidst several Chassidic students lost in prayer,

    I looked up from my siddur

    to see a man in worker’s clothes climb a ladder

    and enter through an open ceiling panel.

    And I thought, Oh yes,

    he is just another one

    like all of...

  • Poem: Isaac’s Body

    by Hilene Flanzbaum

    November 12, 2014 | 1:03 pm

    The Lord took note of Sarah as He had promised, and the Lord did for Sarah as He had spoken.

              -Genesis 21:1

    From the beginning she had not believed

    It could happen. This voice that summoned

    Her husband to perform these rituals

    Cared nothing for her: she knew she...

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