(Author: Eugenie Freed, Vol. 70, No. 3, Chanukah 2015)   Abie, Abie, Abie my boy, Vot are you vaiting for now? You promised to marry me, sometime in June, It’s never too late, and it’s never too soon! All the family Keep on h’asking me,

Oif Litte Mir hobben zig dort gevoint eibikeit Vos hot geven uns baloinung? Gespolter kep und geshorene borden Und a hogelen fun koilen Secheiniem hoben uns geshon Secheiniem vie geven bakant! Goyim geven freint. Kinder vie geven shpiledik Blitzdik unz geveden Gribber gevorren bagrobt Tsu

Times of Trouble Our Homeland is being attacked again on all fronts by War, by land and sea, by propaganda on all media. Never a day goes by when the people of Israel are allowed to live in peace There are moments when we panic,

Heritage Month I have this feeling now as a Jewess That I need to use my skills as an Artist and Poet to make myself heard Living right here in Cape Town, South Africa. I feel the forces of anti-Semitism creeping once again in different,

(Author: Zita Nurok, Vol. 71, No. 3, Chanukah 2016)   The keys to the bottom drawer of the dressing table in my parents’ bedroom lay under the heavy green eiderdown on my mother’s bed. When we were young children my father, brother, or I never

Elegiac Prayers for Rosalind Poem 1 Education did not come easily. It was dearly bought and secretly spread by ghetto ancestors, the ancient Hebrew alphabet sewn into trouser turn-ups by the local tailor. Miraculously, the patriarchs who escaped to foreign lands, understood that learning was

(Author: Eugenie Freed, Vol. 72, No. 2, Rosh Hashanah 2017)          It was in 1955 that Boris received the call. The unknown man on the line spoke with a strong Yiddish accent. “Boris Aronstam?” “Yes, and who am I speaking to?” “Are you Sam Aronstam’s son?”

VIE! Vie Ken men spatzirren oif aza heilike Erd Vu zeks miljonnen hobben leben batzholt! Far die ‘Zind’ tsu zain a Yid? Der ganze Europa is a bes-oilem Do liggen Miljone brider und swezters Zair ash in zamd un blotte eingevekelt!                                               Maurice Skikne [HOW!

(Poetry, Vol 72, #1, Pesach 2017)   Such a question…. And God said “Adam knew Eve.” One cryptic apocalyptic word. A sanction for loving? To lose oneself in a glorious moment of ecstasy. Would the world Have changed if God had said “Now Adam understands

(AUTHOR: Zita Nurok) .... The house was the start of a new life in a new country for our parents. They’d made their way across the seas from Europe to South Africa in search of new beginnings. They brought with them the difficulties and challenges,