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Just in Case

By Jane Schapiro – Even my father, the optimist, harbored a just-in-case. He never let on, but after his death my sisters and I found…
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Pilgrimage

By Maxim D. Shrayer –  Old virile German men and women come to the Holy Land in early November, warm their bones at the edge of…
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October Words

By Eve Grubin – I try to speak slant or bright. My words meet triangles of fire, thrown. Meanings I make disintegrate. I try to…
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One Shnitzel Away - Ronit Eitan

One Schnitzel Away

By Ronit Eitan – The freezer door opens, and the cool air hits me in the face, giving a momentary reprieve from August’s unbearable humidity.…
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Tell Me - Dr. Yaakov Mascetti

Tell Me

By Yaakov Mascetti – I stood alone among a few, Between flags and eulogies, Watching, silently listening. They turned him, slowly and gently, From a…
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'Jerusalem Caesarean' by Geula Geurts

Jerusalem Caesarean

By Geula Geurts – for Rachel Goldberg-Polin: In this city there are women who’ve had their bellies split open seven times to fulfill the mitzvah…
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Rembrandt Kolbrener עברית

In Rembrandt’s Workshop

By Prof. William Kolbrener – I have been sheltering – with Rembrandt. My self-portrait came with Dutch postmarks – inside the parcel, the hemp string…
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Miklat

By Vered Tohar – Blessed is my Bubbe Golda Katzikal  May her Memory be for a blessing No longer with us But always with me…
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No Shelter

By Noa Offek – I don’t believe in statistics. Let me rephrase — I have too much respect for potential scenarios to accept the flattened…
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Helter Shelter

By Mendel Horowitz – My grandparents had their silence, Noah had his ark. My neighbors have their refuge On the second floor. With blast doors,…
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Life Sentence

By Roy Atadgy –  I’m known to hide in sentences. Living between punctuation, Rubix-cubing words, interrogating them, inspecting them obsessively––this is my ultimate comfort. When…
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Shelter in Place

By Batnadiv HaKarmi – May the Place console you amongst the other mourners of Zion and Jerusalem – Traditional Jewish blessing to mourners Hamakom yenahem…
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Pikachu Jew

By Erica Landis – I once dressed up as a giant yellow Pikachu. I was newly in crush with my now husband and he needed…
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MAYA SELA - Gimme Shelter

Gimme Shelter

By Maya Sela – Host of ‘מה שכרוך’ (Ma She’karuch) on KAN Radio (Original Hebrew text below – הטקסט המקורי בעברית מופיע בהמשך)   Maybe I’ve…
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War Memorabilia

Written at our April 17th Workshop Ever since Day 100, my friend Rachel Goldberg-Polin has asked us all to stick a piece of masking tape…
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Mezuzah

By Shelly Butcher – For months I’d been putting off placing a mezuzah on the front door of my apartment in the sleepy little community…
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Towers Of Tuna

Gila Green – “You don’t have to buy anymore tuna,” my 19 year old daughter said. “We have enough here for a…” She declined finishing…
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The Stench of Death

Dr Mehak Burza – I was in Phuket, Thailand on October 7 getting ready for a day-long boat ride while answering emails about the virtual…
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‘That’ Day - Prof. William Kolbrener

‘That’ Day

Professor William Kolbrener – That day my life changed. I stopped writing scholarly articles; I put aside a book project. After October 7th, I left…
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My People, My Son

Erica Landis – The smell of chlorine. On my clothes, on the red terry cloth towel. I can’t stand the color red. Even before that…
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Milk and Honey

i taste blood on my lips when i kiss you my hands, sticky crimson grasp at your lapels pleading for attention, for compassion — it…
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The Day the University Died

William Kolbrener The only hope for the Humanities, and the Liberal Arts, and the American University, had been the eradication of antisemitism from its midst.…
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Suspended High Above

My balance hangs between outstretched arms and pointed toes. My taught muscles work by rote. I am suspended high above you, so that I am…
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