In this poem, Jay Eddy responds to the massacre of Jews at a Pittsburgh Temple: “
Fiction
CAMP HAPPINESS
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They were going to separate—she wanted to and he was done fighting her—but before that there was Dylan’s bar mitzvah, and before that was now: this weekend in the rolling hills beyond Oakland with similarly bereaved Jewish strangers.
Arts & Cultural Critique
Roth’s Enduring Commitment
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Summing up the life of Philip Roth is not easy, but Evan Brier tries by beginning at the end.
Fiction & Poetry Articles
Coywolf
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Hebrew, Lizavetta claimed, was the holiest and most beautiful language in the world. Alexey trusted her in most things, but he knew for a fact this couldn’t be so, because Lermontov had written his poems in Russian.
Spirituality
My Mother Died on Simchat Torah
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Philip Terman confronts the heartbreaking, cyclical nature of life in his poem “My Mother Died on Simchat Torah.”
Uncategorized
Psalm 11:16
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In Joy Ladin’s poem “Psalm 11:16,” creation becomes an act of connection and love.
Spirituality
Gardener in the Wild
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Jennifer Michael Hecht’s poem “Gardener in the Wild” is an invigorating look into identity and the natural world.
Poetry
The Voyages of the Starship Enterprise
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Jennifer Michael Hecht’s poem asks us: how does it feel to be post-exilic, post-textilic,
and post-Cyrillic?
Spirituality
Blood Moon
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Delve into visions and religion on Easter eve in Patrick Donnelly’s poem “Blood Moon.”
Articles
The Scholar as Poet: Remembering Geoffrey Hartman (1929-2016)
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Morris Dickstein reflects on the life of Geoffrey Hartman, whose poems––not as well known as his scholarly work––reveal a more personal side of Hartman “wrestling with Judaism and the Bible in ways that surfaced only much later in his critical prose.”
Articles
Night Running
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And so they ran, like lunatics, around the neighborhood, in t-shirts and boots, in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter.
Articles
Love Will Not Save You
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For years after, you will ask yourself, Should I have held her that night? Do you hold someone who tells you this? You won’t remember holding her…
Articles
Review of THE FIX by Sharon Leder
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The drugs were part of, maybe the essence of, cool. They fused with the jazz, the smoky dark interiors, the nodding knowingness of a beckoning life.
Fiction & Poetry Articles
The Empty Chair
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After dinner his father would sit across the formica kitchen table and fire words at him. Bellicose, symbiosis, cartilaginous, revenant. The rule was, he did not have to go to bed until he got a word wrong.
Spirituality
Life So Good
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There was another picture of her at their wedding. Two young boys in coffee-colored suits stood behind them, holding guitars way too big for their bodies, surrounded by a crowd of what must have been a hundred, their priest dressed in white toasting them with a big glass of red wine.