Marcia Jacobs

August

August On the last Sunday in August, when cold winds press against their measured pace, the survivors still come to name the dead.   A hall, spare and simple, is cavernous without you, an empty chair beside me— in case I need to whisper in your ear. Memory is never Read more…

Vera Schaufeld

Completion

Completion A life time ago On Klatovy station Sitting on a swing Hearing the old joke “Your Aunty Rudolph and Uncle Else are coming” Small uncle and tall aunt arriving Bringing amazing gifts from distant Berlin A round doll’s house with street lights at its centre, A huge rocking horse Read more…

Ogen Roden

Dor Sheni: Second Generation

Dor Sheni דור שני   גם אני דור שני, אחותי אומרת, דור שני של חוויה אחרת, אבא שותק, אמא מדברת, הוא כועס, היא מתמרנת. חמישה צעדים מפינה לפינה סופר, חשבונות על אבני שייש וגרניט לוחש, הלוך ושב, הלוך ושב הוא חוזר, חול וצמנט לפונדמנט של קבר בורר. מספר אותיות שמו Read more…

Judit Frigyesi Niran

Escaping shots

Escaping shots Her wrinkles disappear as she watches the film, shot on her birthday, the ninetieth, spent among friends who persevered in being alive was her childhood really so happy, was it like the brilliance of stars, “look”, she says, “everything falls, exactly like then, we…all…falling” Am I good enough Read more…