Jewish Journal


by Alicia Ostriker

August 28, 2013 | 11:06 am

like a skin on milk
I write to you
I hurl the letters of your name
onto every page, one and many
I know you are reading over my shoulder
look each of us possesses a book of life
each... read full article

  • Poem: Talking Jerusalem

    by David Gershator

    August 21, 2013 | 4:54 pm

    Yes, I hear talk
    as I walk the Old City
    from Jaffa Gate
    to Damascus Gate
    from Herod’s Gate
    to the Lions’ Gate
    from Zion Gate
    to the Dung Gate
    I hear talk about dividing
    Jerusalem from Jerusalem
    they’re at it again
    dividing again
    dividing the heart
    dividing the brain...

  • Return to the Stone of Losses

    by Joy Ladin

    August 14, 2013 | 1:54 pm

    for Rachel Tzivia Back, U. of Minnesota Symposium
    on Jewish American Poetry, Feb. 17, 2013

    We stood as she instructed around the stone of losses,
    declared what we had found
    and waited for other Jews to claim it.

    Centuries inspected us: had we fallen
    out of their pockets?...

  • Let Me Thrum (6 a.m.)

    by Sharon Dolin

    August 7, 2013 | 1:16 pm

    a new lay upon this lute for You 
    Let me hum the new day
    of loose strife and lily
    Let prayer plant and mallow
    Let heads and hearts let heels
    and thumbs feathers and fins
    and all things fleet and slug
    antennae’d and furred
    all sing all shirr all rub and buzz
    and fling their...

  • Grandchild

    by Alicia Ostriker

    August 1, 2013 | 10:09 am

    Elohai, neshama….

    I take her to the park, I swing her in the little swing
    Help her on the slide, lotion her face and arms against the sun
    She runs around in her little bluejeans

    The sun is getting higher, as it does every morning
    The game now is for me to chase her

  • Poetry: Marriage Psalm

    by Tony Barnstone

    July 24, 2013 | 1:59 pm

    Blessed is the mattress on which they feast.
    Blessed the yellow sheet on which she lies,
    blessed her skin and blessed are her breasts,
    and blessed are the body’s lamps, her eyes
    lighting the room, rolling in dream, in lies,
    and blessed is the darkness that descends

  • The transportation of Hens

    by Bill Yarrow

    July 17, 2013 | 12:05 pm

    ten at a time we carried them
    by their legs
    to cages on the truck

    where they grew silent
    in the darkness
    of an early market

    many hens
    during the collection

    as we reached for them
    they trampled each other to death
    I was one of the collectors
    in the morning...

  • Plums

    by David Gershator

    July 10, 2013 | 11:11 am

    Blue plums of Safad
    in the moonlight
    glowing as plump and round
    as the sacred sefirot

    moonlit plums hanging
    just out of reach
    behind a stone wall
    crowned with broken glass

    forbidden garden!
    the taste of Eden
    beyond the wounding wall

    do I take a chance
    risk more than...

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