Kiste

Towards the sea or mountains, almost blest we carried everything we could but did not dare to name and with our hands, conveyed the mysteries the stark reflections of a place we could not comprehend we thought objects could push us to transcend our images, an ear of corn if Read more…

Last Days of Havoc

Broken clocks of weightéd Time Make Hist’ry wait, both hands on hold Severed from the once-divine Piled mem’ries decompose and mould A two-faced, heart-dead dog of Hell Embarks with envy’s enmity To spread its double-devil smell Of NAZI and the C.C.P. It gurgitates the Holocaust To wish G-d’s children, Jews, Read more…

Hana Alisa Omer

Mercy

Mercy רַחֲמִים That’s you walking with your head forward bowed, with sunken chest to the back stuck, like a street dog carrying blows. Ever so often to the left glancing, As if there was something threatening. Alas, no, your eyes are empty of content, the present without a breeze is Read more…