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העגלה הריקה
By Dr Yaakov Mascetti –
בצומת אחת בירושלים,
עם עגלה ריקה,
יושבת אישה מבוגרת
משוחחת עם תמונה.
״אין...
Words Are All That I Have: A Found Poem
By Erika Dreifus –
Words are not enough, not even words like
terrible horrific devastating killing
suffering...
When the Dust Has Settled
By Inbal Singer –
When the dust has settled
The crackly graininess in our eyes
Mixed with tears...
Lemon Harvest in War
By Alden Solovy –
Thin trails of blood
Crisscross my arms.
Lemon trees have thorns,
But...
Just in Case
By Jane Schapiro –
Even my father, the optimist, harbored a just-in-case.
He never let on, but...
How Mom’s Murder Ended the World That Had Been
By Miodrag Kojadinović –
It is my fault. I should have found more
time to care for my mother the...
Pilgrimage
By Maxim D. Shrayer –
Old virile German men and women come to the Holy Land in early November,...
Bad Timing for a Prophet
By David Allard –
For seven years, he sat, squinting,
by the whispering waves of the sea-lagoon,
fingers...
October Words
By Eve Grubin –
I try to speak slant
or bright.
My words meet triangles
of fire, thrown.
Meanings...
Steps to Follow in the Event of an Emergency
By Jane Medved –
When the wind sounds like a siren, find a stairwell
Within a city, in the event,...
One Schnitzel Away
By Ronit Eitan –
The freezer door opens, and the cool air hits me in the face, giving a momentary...
Ep. 1: “From a Face to a Story” with Dr. Yaakov Mascetti
Dr. Yaakov Mascetti, Chair of the Comparative Literature Department at Bar-Ilan University, reflects...
Her Name was Esther
This will be an odd way to begin something humorous, but bear with me. My brother’s mother in law passed...
Jerusalem Caesarean
By Geula Geurts –
for Rachel Goldberg-Polin:
In this city there are women
who’ve had...
In Rembrandt's Workshop
By Prof. William Kolbrener –
I have been sheltering – with Rembrandt.
My self-portrait came...
No Shelter
By Noa Offek –
I don’t believe in statistics.
Let me rephrase — I have too much respect for potential...
Helter Shelter
By Mendel Horowitz –
My grandparents had their silence,
Noah had his ark.
My neighbors have their...
Life Sentence
By Roy Atadgy –
I’m known to hide in sentences. Living between punctuation, Rubix-cubing words,...
Shelter in Place
By Batnadiv HaKarmi –
May the Place console you
amongst the other mourners of Zion and Jerusalem
–...
Pikachu Jew
By Erica Landis –
I once dressed up as a giant yellow Pikachu. I was newly in crush with my now...
Gimme Shelter
By Maya Sela – Host of ‘מה שכרוך’ (Ma She’karuch) on KAN Radio
(Original Hebrew text...
War Memorabilia
Written at our April 17th Workshop
Ever since Day 100, my friend Rachel Goldberg-Polin has asked us all...
October 7 Made Me a Driver
Lahav Harkov –
I got my driver’s license at age 35. I put it off and delayed and deferred...
Towers Of Tuna
Gila Green –
“You don’t have to buy anymore tuna,” my 19 year old daughter said....
Would You Step on my Dance Floor with a Machine Gun?
Emilie Vallieres –
The late afternoon light is the one I prefer
It makes the life around so much brighter
The...
Will I Be the One Who Pays?
Boaz Zaidler –
It is not easy for me to write about October 7th without mixing in politics. And though...
The Stench of Death
Dr Mehak Burza –
I was in Phuket, Thailand on October 7 getting ready for a day-long boat ride while...
‘That’ Day
Professor William Kolbrener –
That day my life changed. I stopped writing scholarly articles; I put...
My People, My Son
Erica Landis –
The smell of chlorine.
On my clothes, on the red terry cloth towel.
I can’t stand the...
‘I Wonder What Her Name Is’
Naomi Ruth Henoch –
It’s a leap year. It’s a leap day. It’s one extra day for the hostages to remain...
Oct. 7th has been good for me
Oct. 7th has been good for me.
I was cynical; now I am sober.
I was depressed, now I am very sad.
I was...
Finding God at the Rijksmuseum
Finding God at the Rijksmuseum – William Kolbrener
I spent 15 years studying in yeshiva, but did...
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...
My shoes could be there
Over the past week, several people have asked me about my shoes. I kept my old army boots, and I wear...
Solomon Sousa
Jerusalem Shuk Artist
The Day the University Died
William Kolbrener
The only hope for the Humanities, and the Liberal Arts, and the American University,...
Poetry Against Poets
Naomi Ruth Henoch, written in a WW Workshop the week after October 7
Suspended High Above
My balance hangs between outstretched arms and pointed toes.
My taught muscles work by rote. I am suspended...
My Mother's Stuffing
What do you eat when you’re insides are churning with confusion and disbelief? Wanting to shove...
The Cost of Freedom
I came home that night after midnight, and the thrill of my first genuine escapade into the night since...
The Balm For Soul
The act of cooking, forever estranged.
With war’s cruel hand, traditions do fade,
And meals once...
