image attribution: “P’kudei“, by Davi Cheng, Chinese ink and acrylic on parchment, 2013 by Gen Slosberg 夏夜 I wrote this shortly after returning from the US-Mexico
From where did the bullet that killed Shireen Abu Akleh come? One can trace it back to the Israeli soldier, who breeched it behind the
On Suffering after Wislawa Szymborska Pity it insists on visiting the innocent, the absent-minded and ill-prepared. It greets an old tailor as he tucks away
By Alicia Ostriker Emma Lazarus’ famous poem “The New Colossus” has been part of my mental furniture since childhood. All my grandparents arrived in this
Alas! Alone she sits, vacant lots, empty streets
Abandoned by companions, absent lovers to greet.
Bustling communities pushed out, in retreat
Bereft remnants blamed for their woes.
Lamentations 4: An elegy from eikha for today’s cities: “What you see is the same; what you hear is a cup / Full of coins and a homeless guy asking for change.”
A contemporary lament poem (kinnah), in the style of Eli Tsiyon, for the plague of American racism, by Ruby K and Aryeh Bernstein.
I recently wrote here about my decision to move from Israel, where I had lived for fourteen years, back to the South Side of Chicago,
I recently wrote here about my decision to move from Israel, where I had lived for fourteen years, back to the South Side of Chicago,