Poem | Apple of Imperfection
First speech is the speech of love.
Poem | The Season When My Life Turned
I have been the first person awake in my house every morning of my life.
Poem: The State of Things
On the day after Yom Kippur, I ride my bike along the waterfront.
Pious men build their sukkah before sunset.
Will they invite me to be their...
Poem | Of All the Peoples by Nathan Alterman
When under the gallows our children cried
We did not hear the world’s wrath.
For of all the peoples you selected us
For us you loved and sanctified.
For...
Poem // 3AM Nign
3AM Nign
she sang as if looking through the magnifying glass
lullaby’s every heave,
a thesis on slowing down, peeling –
each note, a pit assessing its fullness
lullaby’s underside,
hymn...