“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.
“The little-boy body wrapped in shrouds / is now / the single certainty.”
All in all I’m a worn-out dog living between volcanic mountains / that God created for her, circling in silence / after nothing but to talk to talk to talk to talk …
“stop talking about words / talk with words / contentedly / sufficiently / fully”
“Also my mother and also me / it turns out / were pregnant // and we miscarried on the same day”
“Go, go to Auschwitz. / Maybe you’ll get a few poems out of it. “
“So whose dream are we talking of? Or perhaps we should ask for whom was the dream intended?”
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Halah is an online magazine dedicated to showcasing Israeli literature in English. Born out of Jerusalism’s in-person events, Halah serves as the primary English-language platform dedicated to contemporary Israeli literary work. With a focus on translation, the magazine publishes original English pieces alongside works translated from any language. Crossing linguistic, ethnic, and religious boundaries, Halah aims at radical inclusivity by inviting anyone who is a citizen or resident of Israel to contribute.
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