Rachel Lee
Hello, my name is Shame and I am your constituent. My voice is hoarse on your answering machine. Do you really decide who will live and who will die by tally?
Hello, my name is Shame and I am your constituent. My voice is hoarse on your answering machine. Do you really decide who will live and who will die by tally?
We are strangers here together/ where we place these stories in the open/ mouths of paper bags.
Torah shouts: all women who practice witchcraft must be put to death! Talmud reports: rabbinic sages believed their wives all practiced witchcraft.
Calling all Jewish poetry lovers — this one is for you!
Exile can be a place for sustained nourishment: the same activism that led me out of Jewish community came to tether me back in.
A poem from Hila Ratzabi: The earth will hold you better Than God can.
Mehta’s poems are miniaturist examinations of art, aging, literature, grief, parenting, the sublime, labor, and faith.
Yona Zeldis McDonough talks to Jennifer Anne Moses about her book “Domesticity.”
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?