Maayan Belding-Zidon
Neither my classmates’ psalms nor my prayers of supplication had succeeded in bringing peace.
Neither my classmates’ psalms nor my prayers of supplication had succeeded in bringing peace.
It was challenging to adjust to my second-time-around life in the Ukrainian capital. But eventually, the city has grown, or regrown, on me. And now I’m staying put.
Personally, I argue that every person born in the Soviet Union belongs to this generation of the wilderness. We were born in a sort of bondage, after all.
A Yiddish-inflected expression of pride with rich wisdom and “humor to spare.”
A sharply composed collage-poem that provokes us to perceive connections, to recognize the reality of multiple convictions in our troubled time, and to ask ourselves: What now? What then?
Impossible requirements for assimilation then turn into rasping hate-speech that evolves into sneer, into threat.
The latest midrash with a woman-centered version of the story of “the binding of Isaac.”
In Honor of National Poetry Month, Lilith will be sharing original work by Jewish feminist poets throughout the first week in April. We begin in the Garden of Eden…
With my tattoos, I am an artsy fartsy Jewess who has forged my own authentic derech (path).
Gender and Yiddish fiction on the latest episode of “The Dybbukast.”