Poem | The Leaves
This poem by Rachel Mennies looks to the leaves for signs of resilience and finds them “more alive” for having braved the dark.
Poem | Kaddish for the Living
What does it mean to be “dead / but not”—marooned on the border between being and having been? In “Kaddish for the Living,” a daughter...
Poem | Still Life with Nazi-Looted Art
In hidden bunkers. In gleaming museums.
Poetry | Reheat, by David Israel Katz
David Israel Katz writes us into spaces that negate sense, and importantly, negate our impulse to try to locate sense.
Poem | The Hidden
The terebinth tree in the Arava is at least a thousand years old, as was her mother before her.
Poem | The Mysteries
How to explain the poem that writes itself after the final poem, after the book has closed?
Poem | Fruit of the Land
The fig tree’s fruit falls to the ground, Its purpled flesh still burning.
Poem | Augury
We buy the house next door to my parents, because dread is proportional to the years.
Poem | ALIYAH
Blessed are you, God our God, Sovereign of the World, who has given us the Torah of truth, planting within us life everlasting.
On Poetry | Nelly Sachs and the Poetry of Flight
Sachs dropped the masks that had let her speak through the murdered Jews of Europe and wrote from her own position in the world.
Poem | A Visitor in Herzliya
Many Jews arrive in Israel for the first time and experience a shock of recognition, as if the land and its history, both ancient and contemporary, were their own.
Poem | Ketubah
The ketubah, a Jewish marriage contract that dates back to Talmudic times, is an object of ritual beauty.