Category: poetry

Undercover The yoga studio on Chicago Ave has a Palestinian flag behind the reception, next to a keffiyeh, next to a cut-out of a watermelon. […]

  “When do I get my arms back?” asks the boy as if they were two toys his mother took from him because they didn’t […]

Peacefully gliding, holding hands we engrave images of hope on black canopies of emptiness throughout the Universe You whisper in my ear: “We may soon […]

at the end of a cobblestoned street under a pale moon waning ocean air swirls under frayed awnings into a dimly lit cafe hum of […]

When the rain stops The western sky is a Carolina blue blotterwater-stained in cobalt, charcoal andegg shell, pierced with shafts ofochre and chrome awaitinggold pots […]

  Eucalypti stand in rowsof leg and bushy haunch,remains of fatted cattle ripped away. Next signs we’ll see are fires lining roads;or missiles spearing land; […]

  Look, it’s not the Kinneretbut the water is blue,and there’s an Israeli flag out frontby the concrete barriers put in placeto prevent a terroristfrom […]

Kafka’s Sister’s Braid During the occupation Ottla divorced her non-Jewish husband to save him and their daughters. Her black eyes and black mouth twisted into […]

Looking For Forests After the vet put Simba down he lent you a shovel dumped the limp body into your arms and told you to […]

The Melon   like inhaling a part of memory I slice into the net-like rind of a perfect melon   two halves separate and fall […]

  Outstretched limbs trail faded, crisp tefillin strips, ushering the rising tongues that seek a fresh bed of ash for every generation   _______   […]

  Forever Shiva   My mother’s mood was for talking and mine, for listening: stories of childhood on Chicago’s old West Side, reiterative: handsome adored […]

  Donning my IDF uniform of coarse green cloth I become one of them a shapeless fighter one of many, my individuality  no longer identifiable […]

  Vashti knew the navy couch. People call her difficult; they don’t know she waited all her life to say no. A dance with destiny […]

  This small blue box,  four inches tall,  holds forty-four candles.   Exactly enough for eight nights provided one or more are not broken, misshapen,  […]

  Tragedy   And the thing they don’t tell you about a national tragedy is that the personal tragedies don’t cease her son’s untimely passing, […]

  On this Tisha B’Av, I thought of my wife-in-law in Israel. My husband and his ex are both Americans, working together online to secure […]

Lemon Trees Don’t Grow in Poland lemon trees don’t grow in Poland – she tells me,but they do grow outside her den window. Great bursts […]

  My Great Grandmother Fannie   Living with an aunt, her parents dead, she departs from a dot on the map, the village of Horby […]