Poetry & Fiction

Poetry

Let’s Shoot

“So much to shoot and so little time / Let’s shoot the small quiet wind / That blows through our hearts / And kill it good.”
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Poetry

Things Made of Brass

“I know the unlikeliness / of a bullet / shot into the air / killing / my children / a mile away / when it lands / yet I still keep them / from picking dandelions / and collecting twigs.”
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Poetry

Venery: a Prayer

Richard Michelson reflects on the Pittsburgh massacre: “An anguish of mothers / A coward of congressmen / A plague of Martyrs / A martyr of angels.”
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Poetry

Shiv’ah

J. David Cummings’s poem calls for solidarity in grief: “he taught me that the grieving heart / speaks everywhere a single prayer.”
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Poetry

My Mourner’s Kaddish, Recited with a Minyan of Ancestral Ghosts

In this poem, Jay Eddy responds to the massacre of Jews at a Pittsburgh Temple: “
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Fiction

CAMP HAPPINESS

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.
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Fiction

Coywolf

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.
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Poetry

The Scholar as Poet: Remembering Geoffrey Hartman (1929-2016)

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.”
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Fiction

Night Running

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.
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Fiction

Love Will Not Save You

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…
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Fiction

Review of THE FIX by Sharon Leder

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.
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Fiction

The Empty Chair

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.
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Fiction

Life So Good

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.
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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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