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Poem: After Reading Nelly Sachs

by Linda Pastan

February 24, 2016 | 2:59 pm

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Poetry has opened all my pores,
and pain as colorless as gas
moves in. I notice now the bones
that weld my child together... read full article

  • Poem: Jerusalem

    by Marcela Sulak

    February 17, 2016 | 11:43 am

    In the covered shuk an orange was the only source of light,
    the spices snored in canvass bags all night in Jerusalem.

    There are always scored stones...

  • Poem: Ancestry

    by Jason Schneiderman

    February 11, 2016 | 9:02 am

    How can I tell you
            that my ancestors are soap,
            that I’m descended from soap,

    and every morning in the shower
            they melt in...

  • Poem: Looking for the Jewish Museum in Dublin

    by Andrea Carter Brown

    February 3, 2016 | 2:08 pm

    Wandering down a blind alley. Scratched
    into a Civic’s crimson hood, IRA, the two

    vowels separated by the consonant
    over which so much blood has...

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  • Poem: Genesis 4:8

    by Rabbi Stanley Chyet

    January 28, 2016 | 12:00 pm

    how still how pale he lies there
    Abel on the delicious young soil
    he’ll never know
    he’s but the first
    the crimson weave of wrath and longing
    his...

  • Poem: New Year of the Trees

    by Marge Piercy

    January 20, 2016 | 1:41 pm

    In the Diaspora we celebrate —
    Jews in Argentina when the leaves
    are falling; in New England when
    snow chokes the ground; in
    the Sonora Desert when...

  • Poem: Ferns

    by Linda Pastan

    January 13, 2016 | 12:44 pm

    Wind thrums
    these green harps
    into sudden music
    low under the trees
    almost beneath
    our notice

    though cut
    at the stem
    they could fan
    the likes of Cleopatra
    into lazy
    concupiscence.

    First published in Plume.

  • Poem: Towards Nineveh

    by George Ellenbogen

    January 7, 2016 | 11:22 am

    The road winds       
    like loose wool        
    turned by paws       
    on green carpet.       

    Things in the distance squat—        
    tents perhaps—...

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