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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
You can deny deny deny deny and denyBut I can never washWhat I saw out of my eyes I am a teacher and mother of sixWe live in the town of Kfar AzaOn Oct. 7th there
May 5th, 2024 I wanted to talk about the Jews being barred from universities, their homes and businesses marked and boycotted, their identity used against them back in the all too recent 1930s, but 2024 kept
O sheltered punditsand tenured humanistswho have beenposting and tweeting how you feel bad for Israel, but all the same… I say to you, my colleagues,as Hamas Einsatzgruppenmurder Israeli women and childrenin their homes and fields: Have
Without a chancewithout being askedStill they askThey insistDeclaim “this”1 Before the mountain man2before the voices3before three stars4came us5 Returned we6no prodigal7no mere relic8Rather to end it9 EverlastingPresent, ever threateningTo green hills and pleasant land again10Blood yet,
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
Remember what Amalek did to you on your journey out of Egypt.But how could we forget?Weak, starving, insecure, unprotectedParched, dehydrated, thirstyFor water, yes – and so much moreTraveling across the desertBarren wasteland filled with nothingEndless exhaustion
silentversities silently witness silentversities fail to condemn silentversities soulless and witless silentversities solo and in tandem silentversities hostile to Israel silentversities seek compromise silentversities toxic with vitriol silentversities
“What are you doing still awake?”She answered him:“I love.”from the Russian of Leonid Martynov “Are you a Zionist?” they asked,their faces covered in keffiyehs.On their chessboard hate was masked.She stood alone. She had no fear.“No Zionist
You don’t care when our soldiers are killed.You don’t care when our elderly are murdered.You don’t care when our women are raped.You don’t care when our men are brutally slaughtered.You don’t care when our children are