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Like a Miracle

by Zusman Segalovitch (survived the Holocaust; died in New York after immigrating)

April 15, 2015 | 12:56 pm

And still it is beautiful as a miracle
This rosy twig of lilac…
Even in our days
of evil, terror and dread.

Even in our... read full article

  • Poem: Death Fugue (Echo) after Stefan George

    by Charles Bernstein

    April 9, 2015 | 9:24 am

    In wind’s web

    Was my fate,

    In trauma’s eye,

    In only a smile

    As you gave

    At moist midnight

    When your glance ignited.

    Now Mays drone on:

    ...
  • Observance

    by Elaine Terranova

    April 1, 2015 | 11:46 am

    The folded wax paper cylinder
    of salt accompanying my hard-boiled egg
    and hard cardboard bookends of matzoh,
    lavishly buttered.

           ...

  • Poem: How to Make a Jewish Marriage 1949

    by Rachel Mennies

    March 26, 2015 | 11:15 am

    Beware the grinding fist, the blanched knuckle, the outstretched hand.
    Beware the man who takes any girl’s face between his hands.

    The laughing man —...

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  • Poem: The Hebrew Word for Mysticism is the Same as To Receive

    by Joy Gaines-Friedler

    March 18, 2015 | 4:02 pm

    I was walking across the parking lot

    morning smell of lilacs

    when a girl fell like a bird

                             shot.

    Blood splayed from her...

  • Poem: Pursuit

    by Myra Sklarew

    March 11, 2015 | 2:59 pm

    Like the deer stag in my garden

    who batters his head with his hind leg

     

    to free himself from a huge poplar branch

    caught in the great crown of...

  • Poem: The History of the Date

    by Marcela Sulak

    March 4, 2015 | 4:01 pm

    Those aren’t wrinkles, merely places where

    the skin is burrowing to lick her own

    dark sweetness. Since her body’s fashioned from

    the clay...

  • Poem: Josephs, In a Time of No Peace

    by Susan Terris

    February 25, 2015 | 12:24 pm

    A gnarl of streets
    and Purim boys — my sons with striped towels
    for their many-colored coats — roam them
    until a rock, a boom, debris.

    Then a rain...

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