(Author: Clark Zlotchew, Vol. 76 * No. 2 * Autumn-Winter 2021) . I, Professor Drew Whitney, am going to relate the curious case of Dr Isaac Newton Levi, an American professor of Semitic languages and Near East studies at Oxford. He had never believed in

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Vol. 64, No. 2, Rosh Hashanah 2009   David had just arrived home and parked his car outside their apartment building along the Marine Drive in Summerstrand, Port Elizabeth. He was in a good mood. The last two lessons he had taught that day were

Charlotte Cohen, Honey Gluckman, Rodney Mazinter   On certain nights the hills of Jerusalem stop singing. The evening cups the ears of all who sleep –and God sits on the hills surrounded by the whisper of small wings. On that night the secret notes in

(Author: John Yarbrough, Vol. 64, No. 2, Rosh Hashanah 2009)   Mr. Thomas said it was ok if I sat in the corner of his neighborhood grocery and read comic books as long as I was careful not to bend the pages so they looked

(John Yarbrough, Laurie Reznik, Peter Austin) The Summer When I Was Ten I sat on the creek band Watching the other kids swim Splashing and laughing They called me a chicken But if I took my pants off They’d see the bruises                                       John Yarbrough

(Ben Krengel, Lewis Levitz, Tamar) The interned Intern in SA (or, Why are there so many SA doctors in Australia?) Its 4 am in the morning the sun peeps up behind the towers, Soweto slowly stirs, The police dogs circle in their hokkies anticipating the

Peter Austin, Sandra Braude, Tarryn Cohen, Jenna Moch, Tamar, Ben Wilensky, John Yarbrough I am I am kind and caring. I wonder if there is ever going to be world peace I hear birds chirping. I see trees swaying back and forth. I want there

(Author: Charlotte Cohen, Vol. 64, #1, Pesach 2009)   Mrs. Weinburg lived in a flat on the second floor of a block that stood right opposite my grandmother’s house. They had both been immigrants, both spoke Yiddish and English (with a slight accent), both kept

(Author: Charlotte Cohen, Vol. 74 * No. 3 * Chanukah 2019)   I loved visiting my grandmother when I was a child. The reason was simple. She spoiled me rotten: She took me to matinees. She played rummy with me. She made me French- toast