The Grandmaster (All In The Game) (Author: Charlotte Cohen, Vol. 80, No. 2, Summer 2025) The King was placed in a prostrate position: face-forward on to the chess-board. His grandfather stood up, shook hands with his friend and walked him to the
Sailing from my Grandparents’ Synagogue I Wholly unprepared, the small boy stands at the threshold of a red sea crossing between regimented rows of unregimented Jews in musty theatre seats, dressed in festival best, appearing to see and be seen. In the center
(Author: Clark Zlotchew, Vol. 80, #1, Autumn 2025) The white-haired woman was inclined over four large plastic bowls of an expensive brand of cat food. Setting down a fifth one, she stroked the black and white cat’s back with her free hand. Several of
……………………………………………… ………………………………. ………………………………….. No, Yitz Yitz, Wouldn’t it be lovely if Zelig and you soaked in soup super glue And rebounded the shape of this awful filth hate For this man howls like a cow, in the darkest loose sky And mopes at
Yaakov Wolpe, Clark Zlotchew Western Mist Things of form have stitched Western lands For these men, this what they dig, gold coins, it wriggles their grip – Will they see all their wealth!? They sit to rest just for some bits, for this
(Peter Austin, Charlotte Cohen) The Doctor The doctor who presided at the birth Wore cap and gown so white, had skin so clean That, watching him at work, you’d
(Peter Austin, Charlotte Cohen, Bernard Levinson) A Word. A Name. A single word imprints perception and relativity The difference between honor and horror Between freedom and captivity Humanity and brutality Often deserving of the hatred and anger Stemming from extortionate cruelty and danger Even
(Author: Zita Nurok, Vol. 77 2, Autumn 2022) At the beginning of the Twentieth Century, four brothers and a sister emigrated from Kurshan, Lithuania, to South Africa. Many are the reasons why people leave the country of their birth. Those four brothers and
(Charlotte Cohen, Yaakov Wolpe) The Smile that Tightened Two Cities The Whispering of Atlantic mist. It was the Administrator’s mother’s mother, Miss Bella Oshry, who sailed the length of this mighty current. The days, 1939, these were young A dreadful beat of a hovering