Twin Heads of Copper Hair
Twin heads of copper hair
blindingly bright like
sun-fires in the
very eyes of God
that bore a hole
through the conscience
of an indifferent world.
Patrae Grossman
March 2, 2025
Tag: hope
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Writing from the warfront
Diary Entry: November 11, 2023
(After five weeks in Gaza, on the way home for a short break) Tzahal is doing a fantastic job in the war so far. Many terrorist facilities have been neutralised, and we are edging ever closer,
Ari
January 12, 2025
Writing from home
Bridge of Tears
Last night, I went to the kotel and prayed. I didn’t pray like I normally pray. I imagined I was Shiri Bibas praying for herself and her husband and her children in Hamas captivity. I do not know if she’s allowed to pray out loud where she is. I am sure most of her thoughts are prayers.
Elisheva Elbaz
August 18, 2024
Writing from home
Of Grief and Hope: A Haiku
Sadness overwhelms
A new day, the tale replayed
Once too many times
Laid to rest in peace
As hearts weep across bruised land
Pain spreads far and wide
Rachel Weinstein
August 12, 2024
Writing from home
A Chanukah Story
I haven’t told anyone this because, well, first because I know I’ll sound crazy. But second, because I don’t want anyone to spoil it for me.
I went to visit my sister and her family in Israel a couple of months after the Hamas massacre. I wanted to spend time with them, support them, make sure they were okay, and admittedly, ease my guilt about being so far away. It was the first night of Chanukah when I landed – the Festival of Lights—but there was very little light in the country.
Tamar Gribetz
August 7, 2024
Writing from home
Eilat, July 2024
“Are you still going?”
Asked by a friend as I pack my bags
For a trip that’s been promised a year and a day
A trip long discussed
And oh so desperately needed
“Are you still going?”
In light of recent current events, and ongoing ones
Because to go is crazy
It’s not safe, it’s not the right time
Melissa Saltzman
July 28, 2024
Writing from home
The Forgotten
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 tortured.
You don’t care when our babies are executed.
Ash Glenville
February 23, 2024
Writing from home
Be the Light in the Dark
Before that day we were whole
Rejoicing in life’s small pleasures
Oblivious to the shadows encroaching.
Killers came, prepared with the blackest of souls
Ash Glenville
February 23, 2024
Writing from home
Flowers and War – פרחים ומלחמה
Planting flowers in my Sderot garden, my hand felt the earth that day.
And then my heart knew that to light up the soul, we have to keep fear at bay.
Meital Dayan
February 17, 2024
Writing from home
War Diaries: Day 45
Two hundred and thirty eight hostages – and the number has been reduced by three over the last few weeks, just because their bodies have now been found in Gaza, murdered after they were taken. Their families are crying out to be heard, to bring their loved ones home, even as they continue to bury their dead.
This picture says it all. How can I miss 249 people I’ve never even met? But it’s true!
Daphna Horowitz
February 12, 2024