Days Are Coming
byBehold, days are coming When the emperor’s countenance will darken The windows of his face will become closed off Like a pale moon obscured…
Culture
Time is Money
by“Time is money” they say And it pains me to admit There’s some truth to what they say In the hustle and bustle of…
Empire
byBabylon, Persia, Greece and Rome One displaced me from my home. One proposed to axe my head Another burned my books instead. The fourth…
The Will of a Flower
byA flower does not bloom by your will It does not open to your voice, your hand your brute imposition of untimely request and…
Reflections on the Bikkurim
byThe Bikkurim help us to transcend our individual identities so we can perceive & experience ourselves as part of a greater Israelite collective.
Noon, the Sixth Day
byYou ask me to paint the future How? The canvas isn’t cut The sun is yet to set And I’m still mixing colors
Night Journey
byOne night I walked twelve miles the sergeant told us ‘take this time to think about important things’ I can’t remember what I thought…
The Soul Rests Elsewhere
byHome is where the heart is, I think they say. Yet where the soul rests, Seems to me more likely. What am I –…
Impressions of Joshua Cohen’s ‘The Netanyahus’
byIt’s refreshing to see that a Jewish writer in the United States is still willing to ask questions that many mistakenly think to have long been settled.
Open Your Eyes
byThe blind man wanders the streets with no route to follow. He thinks out loud, what a wonderful site! The blind man has only…
Call to Arms
byYou will not draw us home From the fleshpots of exile With talk of miracles, “A nation risen from the dust” What is it…
Now I Know What My Forefathers Cried About
byI see the sky radiating, crisp to the eyeThe birds circling about, the children passing by.I hear the chants of days of yore, the…