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  • Poem: In the same key (Chayyei Sarah)

    October 23, 2013 | 11:32 am

    They come together to bury their father
    in the cave where Sarah’s body lies.

    (No one imagines the vaulted church
    -turned-mosque with painted ceilings

    or the synagogue, or metal detectors
    to keep armed men from getting through.)

    Isaac and Ishmael wash him with water
    and...

  • Poem: Alphabets

    October 16, 2013 | 1:33 pm

    I have always believed in the alchemy of letters 
                                      but never in their permanence.
           
    Just look how the aleph was stripped of its
    rightly earned place to begin the Torah
                                      how the bet is sheltered —
    but only...

  • Poem: Mold

    October 3, 2013 | 4:53 pm

    When Noah prayed
    You sent him a flood
    and charged him with the safety
    of all animal life.

    What I got was rain.
    I forgot to wash my shirt
    so it grew mold.

    In every generation
    the holy men we have
    stand on different levels.
    We all get the hero
    we deserve.

    On behalf of mold
    — and on behalf of my wife,
    who loves when I do laundry —
    I will try
    to be worthy.

  • Cracking the Sky

    September 11, 2013 | 4:23 pm

    It’s time to talk about grief
    as if the mere mention could
    crack the sky leaving the stars
    to break through shattering
    afternoon’s complacency.
    As if at a preordained hour
    all the lovers of the world
    will stand still, like the minute
    of remembrance for the dead,
    then turn...

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  • Psalm

    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 attempts to read what the other has scripted
    in these almost illegible letters tipped by...

  • Poem: Talking Jerusalem

    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

    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.)

    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

    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...

  • The transportation of Hens

    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...

  • After Life

    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

    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...

  • Eagle sing

    By Emily Stern

    June 24, 2013 | 9:13 am

    You were born and given eagle's

     

    sings

     

    something soft, something big. 

    Something fluffy, something free,

    have you ever heard

    about the latent cells in the human heart waiting until some perfect time, a pre-determined time when all will sing?

    Are you ready, Song, to be heard?

    do you even care that you weren't before?

     

     

    "yes!" Because the song she sings

    will envelop you like eagle's wings.

  • Abraham

    June 12, 2013 | 6:14 pm

    I came late to sunrise. The hills were lit
    with goats. Everything shimmered in
    small steps. I closed my eyes.

    The Kinneret sits back in its water
    waiting to be made to shine.
    My blood is like the sea.

    Jerusalem against the sun. People
    draw lots for the shadows
    and put...

  • Sravana

    June 6, 2013 | 3:29 pm

    for Sylvia

    Let the coffee pot and the crows,
    let the car horns and the upstairs neighbors,
    let the blow dryer and the bombs
    going off in your brain, let the meditation bell
    or the telephone be what wakes you up.
    Sweetheart, you do not need to be
    more than you are.
    Let the...

  • What I Married Into

    May 29, 2013 | 4:54 pm

    Salt into meat
    browned briefly.
     
    Carrots, paprika, potatoes.
    As it is written on her greased page.
     
    I sing Dayenu, improvise verses
    as I churn the soup.
     
    Meal of bitter herbs I married
    into. Chopped apples and cinnamon.
     
    Matzos wrapped in linen.
    Silver...
  • Visionary revisionary

    May 22, 2013 | 12:08 pm

    saw it all in the mirror

    of the chlorinated pool

    world’s swimming under-painting

    you in it

    as moving

    us,

    future-to-past, a fugue;

    if not

    what you’d call

    a God

    then a name

    a fear –

    of being –

    ordinary

    Jake Marmer is a poet and performer. His debut collection, “Jazz Talmud,” was published by the Sheep Meadow Press earlier this year. For more information, see jakemarmer.wordpress.com

  • Here Today

    May 15, 2013 | 3:44 pm

    God is here today
    She is a spectacular god,
    Good company and magnificence. She sings, barks,
    And is an able contortionist (she learned this in India.)
    She does splits when you don’t expect them,
    Has a big vocabulary, is part Jewish
    Part Buddhist part wind.
    She plays...

  • You breathed it into me

    May 8, 2013 | 11:23 am

    I fail. Every morning shade drawn,

    hair brushed, swaying, I can’t

    fasten to the words, Hebrew letters

    breathe, young sparrows in my palm.

    Yes, calm stands up in the coolness

    of morning, light pushes, falls

    from under the shade’s edges.

    A skittering stops me at each...

  • The Mirror Psalm

    April 19, 2013 | 11:04 am

    I had a dinner with a woman mad
    for God. I told her I have learned to walk
    without a crutch. She told me I was made
    to look like him but I have always thought
    he has my nose. So am I God’s worst blunder
    or is he mine? She told me I should raise
    my children in my image. That’s...

  • The Way to Holiness - D’var Torah Acharei Mot/K’doshim – Leviticus 19

    By Rabbi John Rosove

    April 18, 2013 | 8:23 am

    Exalted One –
    You call us to holiness,
    To climb the ladder,
    Higher and higher,
    To reach as far as we might,
    But never to rise above the angels.

    You call us to purity,
    To be as priests,
    In this world,
    Separate and apart,
    As intermediaries  
    Between our flawed humanness...

  • Yiddish yesterday, today and tomorrow. Interview with Thomas Soxberger

    April 18, 2013 | 1:25 am

    Thomas Soxberger was born in 1965 in Lower Austria. He moved to Vienna to study History and Jewish Studies. In the early 1990s Thomas participated in Yiddish Summer Programmes in Oxford. 1998-2000 - Master Degree in Yiddish Studies at London University. After moving back to London,...

  • Becky and Benny in far Rockaway

    April 10, 2013 | 7:43 am

    Near the Atlantic Ocean, past the last subway station,

    Streaks of sand on the sidewalk,

    Armies of aging Jews soaking up sun

    As if it were Talmud,

    And the rickety white stairs

    To an apartment like a frail body.

     

    My uncle and aunt were both warty, like alligators.

    ...
  • birth day, an album by Emily Stern

    By Emily Stern

    April 4, 2013 | 4:22 pm

    Birth Day is an album of 8 songs woven with lyrical melodies and 3 intricately crafted poems orchestrated almost entirely by natural sounds. It explores archetypes and the divine feminine in our collective unconscious with extreme sensitivity to the complexity and daring of...

  • Mad love

    April 3, 2013 | 8:41 am

    The time they drove through Delaware
    lis­ten­ing to Poogy, plan­ning the future

    and she sat up like a Cha­gall bride, told
    him she was afraid. “Of what?” he asked.

    “Of an icy life” she said. No fear of that
    he assured her, and she believed him, madly.

    This poem first...

  • Talmud Study

    March 28, 2013 | 4:10 am

    How do you measure anything —
    count your deaths, who loves you, who loves you knot.
    Today you are the ox, tomorrow the victim
    of the gorging ox.
     
    You build a house, you are holy,
    but your walls are shaky.
    Inside there is wine to be drunk.
    Outside there is a plague....
  • Seder Night

    By Emily Stern

    March 21, 2013 | 3:54 pm

    you are the child moses
    you are the river in red.
    the scared child is a myth
    the child within
    you are the child moses and
    will soon be free and dreamy
    follow him.

  • Once imprisoned, now free

    March 19, 2013 | 7:47 am

    The poetry of Naftali Herz Kon was finally released from the imprisonment of the Polish Archives.

    In January this year I was exploring complicated happenings around the poetry of Naftali Herz Kon. The poet was accused of espionage and all his archives were confiscated in the...

  • A Poem for the Month

    By Beit T'shuvah

    March 4, 2013 | 12:25 pm

    By Yeshaia Blakeney

    This month has been full of loss.  I wrote this poem in response.

    We dream of beginnings without endings, blessings without sorrow.  Life without time, a soft spiritual impression a divine secret dwelling in our hearts, a yearning for an eternity of...

  • sinking

    By Emily Stern

    February 21, 2013 | 11:57 am

    you're drowning in a sea of love.

    it's not the worst death

    choosing life.

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