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Writing from home
Ash Glenville

100 Days

We pray harder and longer,We feel sadder and more anxious.We also love more fiercelyAnd our unity tightensAs our tears solidify the fragments of our heartsBonded by the resounding call toBRING THEM HOME!

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Photo cred: Menachem Pritzker
Writing from home
Ash Glenville

Day 85

It could be meNowNext weekNext monthMany years from now It could be my childrenNowNext weekNext monthMany years from now It could be my grandchildrenMany years from nowIn their now, their lifetime,To their childrenTo their grandchildren Where

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Writing from home
Ash Glenville

Be the Light in the Dark 

Before that day we were wholeRejoicing in life’s small pleasuresOblivious to the shadows encroaching.Killers came, prepared with the blackest of soulsEvil came to our door – to break us. AndNow we see the purest of hate

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Words 

Words matter. The army here is called the Israel Defense Forces. The “defense” is there for a reason. While the IDF is out defending our country, we’ll be here defending against – antisemitism – misinformation –

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A Ghazal Written at the Time of War

Us with our wandering stars and souls, Jews,Candles, kippahs and torah scrolls, Jews. The only things we have, Hashem and Jerusalem,Our ancient walls have been ruined again, Jews. Told repeatedly, you look like ugly moles,Always persecuted

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Writing from the warfront
Meital Dayan

Swords of Iron – חרבות ברזל

Translated from the Hebrew by Hila Bar Across the yardWhere the Sukkah still stoodWe could hear the beat to the drums of war As we danced and rejoicedWith the holy Torah,I warily turned the lock of

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The Soviet Rhetoric (After Mayakovsky)

A Russian Immigrant once asked Ilhan Omar: “O Congresswoman, do you have to mar all things Israeli? Your wrathful tweets do lack a balanced view of the Near East.” His pleas ignored, A Russian Immigrant then

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Writing from home
Rivkah Lambert Adler

Ninety-Seven Days

Ninety-seven walk through glue days.In a row.Soul rubbed raw. For better or worse, the inside of everything is showing now. My eyes are dust. The harshest imagesdefy tears.I cry only from that which is tender. Too

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The Chosen

This poem is dedicated to my people and above all Hashem who does not slumber nor sleep. The Light of Israel will forever burn – nothing will ever extinguish us.Six Million Souls suddenly taken then, left

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