Poetry & Fiction

Fiction

Autumn in Jerusalem

As I walked home I felt as if my feet weren’t touching the ground. The bright faces of the handicapped children were imprinted in my memory, and now I thought of each one of them, walking and singing, the nuns looking after them. I retained the light of the convent within me: its grace touched me, expanding an inner space, cheering unknown corners.
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Fiction

The Incident at Our Lady

I. Phil had Sheila on the mind when he walked into one of the BOYS bathrooms at Our Lady of Peace Elementary in West Russelsburg. He’d started his shift as Second Security Officer at 6:00am, about an hour before most …
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Waiting for Trump

I sit in one of the greasy truck stops on Interstate 5, near Red Bluff, dizzy and scared.
Decades of hope seem suddenly to turn to bullshit.
Dread and rage swirl around the country, but the lunch counter is quiet with snoozing baseball caps tipping into coffee cups.
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Fiction

Old. Glory.

The river was a bog of red mud and had a light waft of refuse, of spoil.
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Poetry

“Fighting in the Captain’s Tower”: In Defense of Bob Dylan’s Nobel Prize

Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize in Literature for songwriting. He is a poet, but his medium is not the page. So yes his lines read different when you take away the music. But by reintroducing poetry to an existing popular musical genre, Dylan opened up possibilities for all poets. What Dylan understood very early is that in an electric age, poetry cannot survive without song.
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Ever-Dying People: Review of Here I Am by Jonathan Safran Foer

Jacob Bloch, the grandson of Isaac, a survivor of the camps, and Julia, an architect who has never had her designs built, have three sons: Sam, Max, and Benjy, wise and lovely kids. Jacob’s father Irv is an outspoken enemy …
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30th Anniversary Special Essay: On Anne Winters’ “The Displaced of Capital”

When I opened the mail back in 2000 and read the poem she had sent me, “The Displaced of Capital,” I knew I was holding in my hands a signature poem. But of course there was no way to know that, following publication in Tikkun, “The Displaced of Capital” would announce the title of her second book, one of the most important and impressive books of poetry in the last 12 years.
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Poetry

The Master of the Good Name

The Master of the Good Name who only lived for prayer, trembled by the holy ark because a Name so pure was more than a body could bear.
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Fiction

The Rural Route

The gravestones rose at the top of the hill. They were black or gray, clumped together geometric and precise as if for protection from the outside world. He was mindful of how in the old country, people broke the things of the living and the dead when they vandalized cemeteries.
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Poetry

Winter Noon

“Winter Noon” by Umberto Saba with a translation by Paula Bohince.
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Poetry

New Poems from Ari Banias: “An Arrow” and “Bouquet”

“An Arrow” Too often I’d like some direction but am ashamed of this fact, still I ask for it, men are supposed be bad at admitting they’re lost though why men agree to fulfill this is lost on me. Who …
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Fiction

Jacobs, the Jew

Jacobs knew he was different: after his bar mitzvah he left all that mishigas behind. He looked at himself now simply as an American. He even thought about changing his name, but he knew it would kill his father.
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Fiction

Instinct: Ernst, Estelle, Buffy, the Birds, and the Rat

Sixty-seven is not young, after all, though it is a ridiculous age at which to undergo a divorce; he simply refused.
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Fiction

Galjonen

It was one of Majda’s don’t-know-how-many attempts to land a job. After an entire week of visiting cafés and all the other glassed-in spaces, and hoping that two young foreigners who didn’t possess the language or any special skills wouldn’t …
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The Human Body in extremis: Brecht’s Mother Courage and Her Children at the Berliner Ensemble

I was in Berlin last October by design.  The original plan was to turn up the heat studying German, work on some translations, reconnect with friends, and move deeper into the city’s jagged, darker spaces.  By August it was clear …
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