By Alden Solovy –
Thin trails of blood
Crisscross my arms.
Lemon trees have thorns,
But I do not wear a long sleeve shirt
For the harvest,
And my gloves do nothing
Against the sudden
Needle pricks
On my fingers.
So many lemons hide
In the tangle of branches
Which must be moved
To see deep inside...
By Jane Medved –
When the wind sounds like a siren, find a stairwell
Within a city, in the event, in the vicinity of pillars.
All loans are forgiven. Lie on the ground.
On TV they show how to tie a tourniquet.
In the event, within a city, or the vicinity of pillars
Place heavy objects at the entrance,...
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. I reach and pull out the red plastic container full of panko breadcrumbs that sits crammed at the back. Although a sizeable container, it is surprisingly...
By Prof. William Kolbrener –
I have been sheltering – with Rembrandt.
My self-portrait came with Dutch postmarks – inside the parcel, the hemp string knotted, the thick brown paper torn-open, the smooth laser-printed acrylic surface underneath.
Glassy depth and weight.
My portable shelter.
Rembrandt...
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…
By Batnadiv HaKarmi – May the Place console you amongst the other mourners of Zion and Jerusalem – Traditional Jewish blessing to mourners Hamakom yenahem…
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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