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Poem: Small Antiques

by Miriam Ulinover, (killed in Auschwitz, 1944)

3 days ago

Image via Shutterstock.com

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... read full article

  • Poem: Sticks and Stones

    by Rabbi Harold M. Schulweis

    3 days ago

    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

    1 week ago

    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...

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  • 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...

  • Poem: Elegy for a Child Who Fell

    by George Ellenbogen

    November 5, 2014 | 2:42 pm

    This fallen child, whose empty eyes

    mourning could not harmonize,

    nor the reaching requiem

    contain the wood enclosing him

    slips from the circled reach of eyes

    without a jolt, without surprise,

    whose stuttered step has stumbled in

    to words that now embroider him.


    Published in Blue Unicorn magazine.

    George Ellenbogen is the author of five collections of poetry and a memoir, “Stone in My Shoe: In Search of Neighborhood.”

  • Poem: 55th High School Reunion

    by Elaine Terranova

    October 29, 2014 | 3:24 pm

    Smoked fish, an omelet station. It was a bar mitzvah

    but only the grandparents were invited

    and the child may just have died. 

    We wore on our backs our graduation pictures

    for pats or slaps, for easy recognition.

    Programs and bags were shoved aside

    in the rush to claim...

  • Poem: Sigh in Silence

    by Patty Seyburn

    October 14, 2014 | 1:07 pm

    Ezekiel 24;17

    said the Lord, this sigh indiscernible,

    although the si- contained is louder than

    the second fiddle, second syllable

    that ebbs into its chopped-off sibilance.

    The first one lasts awhile, the way we wish

    that pleasure would endure, the vowel long,

    it’s...

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