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Photo: Sarah Pritzker Srigim, Israel17 November, 2023 No need to utter a sound.Is the groanOf each fibreAs a single dropSoaksThe fabric of a shirtNot enough? Nor dislodge a whimperBecause I can hear your tearsLike an echo
On the unseasonal rains we had during the first week of the war Talk to me about rain in OctoberSpeak of the clouds swinging byAnd the rains that tumble to the charred, broken earthAs they topple
By Nechama SamuelsTelz Stone/Kiryat Yearim, Israel Yesterday should have been Simchas TorahInstead it felt more like Yom KippurPeople walking around with hollow facesNot eating Yesterday we should have bolted out of bedInto our new clothesRun to
By Daphna HorowitzRaanana, Israel24 October, 2023 Day 12 – Holding joy and pain at the same timeEvery morning I wake up and for a split second, before I’m completely awake, while my mind is still a
By Mindy Sager DicklerModiin, Israel16 October, 2023 What is that sound I hear? Thunder? But it’s not quite the same. This sound lingers on and on. It’s slowly getting louder and louder. So disturbing to me.
By Daphna HorowitzRaanana, Israel17 October, 2023 Yesterday I was supposed to be in Amsterdam with my running group, running a half-marathon. We’ve been training for months and were totally psyched to go – 17 of us
They say the night is darkest before dawn. It certainly is very dark right now. I pray that dawn is coming soon. It better be. Because the darkness is bleak, palpable, encompassing. As I write
Anonymous, age 18Modiin, IsraelFrom the funeral of Staff Sgt. Lavi Lipshitz, age 20, at Mt. Herzl A wave surfs the waters, foaming with gleeBut on the shore crash, all the ones before he“Doomed we all are!”
Just got up. Have not checked the news yet. Rumblings in the distance were like thunder all night. Since Jerusalem is a no-fly zone, any aircraft that comes near is military. I am sure they have
Who would bewail an empty beachWhose sweeps of sand that lie far and vastBecome a salty desertAs they swallow waves of uncertaintyThat gently lap against the shore Who would bewail a quiet nightWith just sea for