Ariadne is lost. Derrida is by her side, no help at all.
In this powerful poem, Hilton Obenzinger uses dark humor to address our gun crisis. “So much to shoot and so little time/ Let’s shoot the small quiet wind . . .”
In this poem, Liz Marlow speaks to the fear of bullets killing our loved ones. “I know the unlikeliness / of a bullet / shot into the air / killing / my children . . . ”
Richard Michelson reflects on the Pittsburgh massacre: “An anguish of mothers / A coward of congressmen / A plague of Martyrs / A martyr of angels.”
J. David Cummings’s poem calls for solidarity in grief: “he taught me that the grieving heart / speaks everywhere a single prayer.”
In this poem, Jay Eddy responds to the massacre of Jews at a Pittsburgh Temple: “
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.
Summing up the life of Philip Roth is not easy, but Evan Brier tries by beginning at the end.
Deena Metzger reviews the novel “Darwin’s Ghosts” by Ariel Dorfman, not quite a coming of age story or hero’s journey, but a journey where a young boy must learn who he is outside of the superficial life to which he presumed he was entitled
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.
Philip Terman confronts the heartbreaking, cyclical nature of life in his poem “My Mother Died on Simchat Torah.”
In Joy Ladin’s poem “Psalm 11:16,” creation becomes an act of connection and love.
Jennifer Michael Hecht’s poem “Gardener in the Wild” is an invigorating look into identity and the natural world.
Jennifer Michael Hecht’s poem asks us: how does it feel to be post-exilic, post-textilic,
Delve into visions and religion on Easter eve in Patrick Donnelly’s poem “Blood Moon.”