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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... read full article

  • 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
    The...

  • 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
    and...

  • 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
    suffocated
    during the collection

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

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  • 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...

  • After Life

    by Rachel M. Simon

    July 2, 2013 | 11:27 am

    Every time we mention the dead
    I feel their weight on the mattress
    indentations — never been flipped.

    My pores have forgotten the garlic.

    When you die before Americans
    learn to love sushi
    there is extra unfamiliarity
    in the afterlife.

    You have to get used to
    more than...

  • A poem by Emily Kagan Trenchard

    by Emily Kagan Trenchard

    June 26, 2013 | 12:01 pm

    My Bubbie mumbles a Yiddish invective every time I mention

    getting some new item for the baby not yet born:

    the crib, a blanket, a book case.

    I can’t argue her out of the world she knows.

    There is no word in Yiddish for the small

    whooshing sound of a heartbeat on a...

  • Religion

    by Esther Cohen

    June 19, 2013 | 3:40 pm

    I wish I could become a Buddhist,
    Accept how life is
    Wish everyone well.
    Too late too Jewish
    For that.

    From “God Is a Tree” (Pleasure Boat Studio)


    Esther Cohen is a poet, cultural activist, novelist and book doctor. She lives in New York.

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