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The Blossoming

The Blossoming

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(Author: Shulamit Kagan, Vol. 65, No. 3, Chanukah 2010)   A loud wailing filled the air and after that the loud weeping of his mother and the soft weeping of his sister. The doctor came out to the balcony and laid a hand on Yakov’s

Treasure

Treasure

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(Author: Zita Nurok, Vol. 65, No. 2, Rosh Hashanah 2010)   Brass candlesticks sparkle on the Shabbat table in our dining room.  I see my reflection in the rounded part at the bottom, and look up at the glowing light that bursts out like a

Poetry, Pesach 2011

Poetry, Pesach 2011

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Israel Silberhaft, Peter Austin, Ben Krengel, Bev Moss-Riley                       Why we cry We cry for the lost moment The excruciating and the endless torment We hold the world in our hand But conventions we cannot bend We yield and bear and conform Dreading the

Poetry, Pesach 2014

Poetry, Pesach 2014

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Di farlorene Di farlorene: a liste fun numern, dates, ortn, keyn nemen nit, gezemlekh nit-menshn, gezemlekh nit-blumen, hoyfens ash. Kovno iz itst Kaunas, Yaneshok iz itst Joniskis, Kupeshik Kopiskis, Kurshan Kurshenai. Rakishok iz Rokiskis, keyner zaynen nit geblibn aroyszogen di idishe nemen. Keyner zaynen nit

Poetry, Chanukah 2013

Poetry, Chanukah 2013

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Charlotte Cohen, Hazel Frankel                     Likht Der tate hot aropgenumen dem opgehitn khanuke lomp, shvarts baflektn, kroyn un leyb, odler un toyb farigelt tsu zeyer palats, akht brunems leydike, oysgedreyte knoytn shtayf mit eyl fun far a yorn di naynstn brumen der shames,der oyfze’er,

Clinging Blackjacks

Clinging Blackjacks

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(Author: Zita Nurok, Vol. 67, No. 3, Chanukah 2012) When Anne and her family had taken the cable car up Table Mountain in Cape Town for the first time, it had been an exciting adventure. “D’you think there are snakes at the top, Mom?” Jon

Poetry, Chanukah 2012

Poetry, Chanukah 2012

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Charlotte Cohen, Judith Donner Hancock, Ben Krengel, John Yarbrough The Rabbi After the service I introduce myself. The Rabbi eyes my faded jeans (grief holds no truck with what to wear). I know who you are he says and walks away.                                      Judith Donner Hancock