this gesture of not naming
by Hadassa Tal and Joanna Chen
December 2, 2022

grief gripping my temple like a loaded gun

Meeting in the Same Darkness
by Ruth Netzer and Gili Haimovich
October 30, 2022

“So what if me\you / Are\aren’t wonderful poets / Eventually we’ll all meet / In the same darkness”

I Am Going to Visit
by Roy Caspi and Nathanel Stawski
October 16, 2022

“…my apartment is full of tables; I have at my disposal a table in the bedroom, in the living room and on the balcony; the more tables, the more sorcery.”

Contemporary Religious Poetry
by Elhanan Nir, Ross Weissman, Itamar Landau.
October 2, 2022

10 Poems by Elhanan Nir (translated by Ross Weissman & Itamar Landau) Reb Hillel Zeitlin was Revealed to Me When doubts come to a…

Four Poems by Maya Tevet Dayan
by Maya Tevet Dayan and Jane Medved
June 26, 2022

In the middle of this, I also left behind / my mother, forty-six years old, / still menstruating, still falling in love, / her long hair gathered in a sloppy hair pin, / making family dinners

Do not profane your daughter by making her a harlot
by Geula Geurts
March 25, 2022

“Once earthenware utensils have become defiled, they remain impure and must be broken.”

Intergenerational Mizrahi Songs
by Shlomi Hatuka and Sarah Sassoon
January 31, 2022

“Ars Poetica was for the release of Mizrahi anger, on the cutting edge, about speaking back. Poetry wasn’t ten people in a library anymore. Ars Poetica was built on Facebook, it was like a stadium.”

a selection from City of Skypapers
by Marcela Sulak
October 5, 2021

“Oh yes, please save yourself for poetry,” / said a Libyan friend to my “I dont’want to be political— / I’m just alive” fb note.

Writing in Jerusalem: On Living a Jewish Literary Life
by David Stromberg
September 29, 2021

[Jerusalem is] the only place I’ve lived where my contact with other writers, artists, and journalists naturally crosses back and forth from professional to mundane matters.

What Use Is Poetry, The Poet Is Asking
by Rachel Tzvia Back
August 23, 2021

“The little-boy body wrapped in shrouds / is now / the single certainty.”