Poem | A Little Girl’s 1930s Dirge
“Turn off your lights! / Turn them off! / Heh heh heh,” the radio coughs. / The Olga Coal Company presents
Beshert | From a Shiva to My Lifetime Love
I was at a Labor Zionist meeting the night my mother died.
Book Review // Sailor and Fiddler
I recently asked undergraduates in my Jewish literature class at George Washington University whether the name Herman Wouk meant anything to any of them. Not a single hand went up; not a single nod of recognition. Caine Mutiny? No response.