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Twin heads of copper hairblindingly bright likesun-fires in thevery eyes of Godthat bore a holethrough the conscienceof an indifferent world. The heart of a nationbeat hard and fast,was pierced, and bledon tenterhooks ofthe oldest hateplaying out
I waited for you for 15 months,I thought about you every day,I missed you everydayI had hope for your return for 15 months How did they not value your lifeHow long did they torture you forHow
Written to the tune of Incredible by Celine Dion Whole world is watching us now,It’s a little intimidatingBut since there’s no way to back down,Let’s show ‘em what we’re made of.Let’s make them rememberAm Yisrael Chai
One dayI’ve got –Them.Funny, clumsy, crying.Kids.Cubs. Dayspassed.My cubs played.They grew strong, beautiful, shining.Kind. And thenthatdaycame. When angry menpointed their gunsto shoot at us.They were not hungry, they justthoughtthatwithout ustheir worldwould get better. I jumpedUpI sprang into
in bedcold beads of sweat catch me still in the snareof my nightmare back at the homeof my childhoodwalking past the front doorrealizing it wasn’t quite completely closed I went to close iton the other sidethey were pushing screaming, shovingwith such force strugglingI
The Bibas family haiku project will comprise three groups of poems – each group representing a particular character. The haikus will emulate the structure of a haiku in that the first character (Imma/mama) will have five
AgamDaniellaKarinaLiriNaama five vibrantvital flowersbeginning bloomsurveilling their field suddenly savagelyripped from their soilfrom their landfrom the earth itself AgamDaniellaKarinaLiriNaama if I were Catholicthis ritualistic repetitionwould be my recitationof the rosary but I was born a Jewwith all
the July 4th rat a tat tatfireworks finale soundsno holiday hotdogs hereonly a fusillade of bullets our porch doorcreakingno longer a signof lazy summernow suspicionis all it brings Who will enter? my rational mind knowswe’re in
Some of my earliest childhood memories were going through both my grandmother’s and mother’s jewelry boxes. I loved trying on the shiny and sparkly pins, rings, bracelets and necklaces, imagining being old enough to wear “real”
I see faces I do not knowAnd my heart is breakingI see names I do not knowAnd my soul aches BraveSelflessPatriots Each one held closely in the hearts of their loved onesEach one with a story