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Poem: Sticks and Stones

by Rabbi Harold M. Schulweis

December 17, 2014 | 12:55 pm

Rabbi Harold M. Schulweis. Photos courtesy of Jewish World Watch

Rabbi Harold M. Schulweis wrote this poem about genocide on the eve of the High Holy Days earlier this year. He submitted it now... read full article

  • 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...

  • 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...

  • 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...

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  • 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...

  • 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...

  • Poem: Freestyle, on the first of Tishri

    by Enid Shomer

    October 7, 2014 | 2:06 pm

    The metaphor here is the pool, regular

    and deep as the tradition itself. First I float,

    still and buoyant in what I don’t

    accept. Then I shatter...

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