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Though we hope for change

by Lori Levy

July 2, 2014 | 3:50 pm

It’s the same song playing under the sun.
Day after day, a triangle tings
in the back of the band: barely there,
but beautiful as chimes trembling in a breeze.
We quiver, as when... read full article

  • The end of an era

    by Rick Lupert

    June 19, 2014 | 2:46 pm

    When I first came to Friday Night Live
    I didn’t know if I’d ever been in a Jewish room so big.

    It was like they took the entire outside, put up walls on the very edges,
    added comfortable seating and painted the sky to look like a ceiling.

    I remember the sign I saw before I...

  • Poem: This Passover

    by Esther Cohen

    April 9, 2014 | 1:32 pm

    This Passover maybe we can liberate ourselves
    from holding onto what happened
    We don’t have to subscribe
    To Be Here Now but we can try
    letting go of all that happened
    that gets in the way
    of how pink Egypt is how much
    we loved one another before
    life intervened. This...

  • The Announcement

    by George Ellenbogen

    March 28, 2014 | 3:29 pm

    You were at the door with the news
    of a life inside and we wept
    that April day, the jonquils blooming
    late against the wire fence.
    We turned the afternoon into a bed,
    measured the moving sun with mouths.

    We woke in soft rain under street light,
    had a sandwich and milk, and...

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  • Snoa in Curacao

    by Patty Seyburn

    March 12, 2014 | 3:54 pm

    Somewhere the jaded go
    in search of authentic
    experience — code
    for poverty and bright beads.

    I do not need the famed liquor
    to convince me of essential

    blueness.

    Here, the first synagogue
    in the Americas: yellow
    in the Punda part of town.
    Floors of sand as they had

    in Spain and Portugal to muffle
    the sounds of worship.


    Patty Seyburn’s fourth collection of poems, “Perfecta,” is forthcoming from What Books Press in 2014. She is an associate professor at California State University, Long Beach.

  • Poem: To my children

    by Susan Terris

    March 5, 2014 | 11:41 am

    Instead of using the staircase,

    risk the tendrilled stalks of ivy

    and drop into the muddy copse below.

    Your great grandfathers understood mud

    as they slogged from village to village

    peddling pots and ribbons and scissors.

    They knew days with no light, nights

    with no...

  • Poem: The World Is Not Conclusion

    by Hadara Bar-Nadav

    February 12, 2014 | 4:01 pm

    Answers the size of silence. Tall as tidal winds. The fracture of letters and numbers pulled like wool up to my chin. Grid the knowable world from the sweat of my bed. An empty set. Count the seasons, count the sheep, count the dead. If word equaled father equaled alive again. If...

  • Poem: Sigh in Silence

    by Patty Seyburn

    January 31, 2014 | 10:54 am

    Ezekiel 24:17

    said the Lord, this sigh indiscernible,
    although the si- contained is louder than
    the second fiddle, second syllable
    that ebbs into its chopped-off sibilance.
    The first one lasts awhile, the way we wish
    that pleasure would endure, the vowel long.
    It’s hard to...

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