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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
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
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
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
26th October, 2023 I thinkWe got comfortable in this worldI thoughtI saw the world settle into a beautiful placeDangers far away, unreachableUntouchableI thought of it like a cliff hovering over deadly, thrashing waves on top of
Our hearts are being asked to hold an enormity of pain that is both too vast and too jagged to touch it is too much Our minds are being stretched beyond their borders to hold a
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
“We’re not from around here,” I say, displaying a facial expression that seems half facetious, half tongue-in-cheek. Ariella cracks up. “Of course you’re not from here! Now come here to the storeroom, I want to give
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