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Where Prayer Comes From
Prayer comes from a hidden reservoir deep within the heart, and words flow at times like a river in flood. The mystery is that you can pray at all, that your lips can form words, that you can find a way to reach out to God even if you question God’s existence and doubt anyone […]
East of Here
Ophir J. Bitton Which way should I look, a question I should have never asked, the aim followed by the blast, parts parted before my eyes, nothing said from the shouting and the cries, why do I still stand, why, I do not understand nor any of it, for now, I cannot look.
The Gift of the Invisible Book
Ophir J. Bitton There is a book with no pages or words, Its illustrations are windows, some looking out, Others revealing what is within Some of the pages are torn, smudged and incomplete Yet prose, poetry, humor, philosophy, and wisdom are scribed on each sheet Raw and simple, yet inexplicably deep and complex The chapters […]
To Life
Ophir J. Bitton Where does one go from here, In abundant clouds of marmalade – mobility is futile and success is falling down, feet were meant to be planted in the ground, with posthumous roots sprawling like streams of water seeking independent routs to a common destination Yet to fall in triumph, the soul must […]
‘Final Solution[?]’
Ophir J. Bitton Did you really think we could die, in ghettos, in camps, without food or water to quench, in chambers of gas, in places that burn, from words that defame, or bullets that pierce; Did you really think we would die, people enslaved who built wonders, who spent 40 years in the desert […]
Life Eve
Ophir J. Bitton A kiss my brother a hug my brother You have created yet another A life with the name we share, The name of our father, A brother to your children real Like me, like you, brothers are we A dream for him, the yet unborn, A life well spent, laughter, and more […]
Prayer
Bruce Black offers up four new poems on prayer. 1) Every day I listen Every day, dear God, I listen,wanting to hear Your voice— Just a word or two, even the soundof Your breath— Hoping for a sign that You arelistening to my prayer.__ 2) Your face is hidden Your face ishidden behinda cloud. When […]
Good To Be A Jew
Robert “Smokey” Miles pens an original poem. How’d you like to be a Jew? Yeah, you could be a Hebrew too when someone says to you, “so nu?” you can say “vos machts du?” too. Think Yiddish, speak British they used to say read the Torah, dance the hora let the klezmer play In […]
Bone Woman
On Yom HaShoah, Gloria Tessler dedicates this poem to her grandmother Irma Kien, who was murdered in Riga. Bone woman, I am woman of bone. lone-woman, my eyes are stone. I break easily, small fissures have marbled me like cracked china. Do not expect me to sing for Old Zion under the sad willow The […]
Adam and Eve
A new poem by Robert ‘Smokey’ Miles. The first man looked at the rib girlWho was ripped right from his chestHe said ‘You look cute in your birthday suitAnd I really do dig your breasts.’Then he palindromed ‘Madam I’m Adam!’She said, ‘I’m Eve, please don’t leave!’And soon they got up and at ’emAnd reproduced like […]