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And I never minded what his parents
grew on their cabbage patch.
So in Latrun I dragged him back.
Yeah, I took him on my back."
grew on their cabbage patch.
So in Latrun I dragged him back.
Yeah, I took him on my back."
Arik and Company - Ben Yehuda Press
There’ve always been questions about Arik. As far back as ’52 when a night patrol Spotted figures crossing the sand dunes. Arik told his men to open fire, ask questions later. A poetic exploration of Ariel “Arik” Sharon might sound counterintuitive, like an oxymoron. And true, much of the monologue that Atar Hadari presents us […]
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September 16, 2025 at 4:59 PM
And I never minded what his parents
grew on their cabbage patch.
So in Latrun I dragged him back.
Yeah, I took him on my back."
grew on their cabbage patch.
So in Latrun I dragged him back.
Yeah, I took him on my back."
Used to come to scout meetings with a stick
for the coyotes. We’d see coyotes
maybe once in five years.
But he always knew his way in the dark.
And he never showed fear.
Once we started running around like tin soldiers
they all liked the fat kid.
for the coyotes. We’d see coyotes
maybe once in five years.
But he always knew his way in the dark.
And he never showed fear.
Once we started running around like tin soldiers
they all liked the fat kid.
September 16, 2025 at 4:59 PM
Used to come to scout meetings with a stick
for the coyotes. We’d see coyotes
maybe once in five years.
But he always knew his way in the dark.
And he never showed fear.
Once we started running around like tin soldiers
they all liked the fat kid.
for the coyotes. We’d see coyotes
maybe once in five years.
But he always knew his way in the dark.
And he never showed fear.
Once we started running around like tin soldiers
they all liked the fat kid.
"Arik & Co." by Atar Hadari captures the life of a man who looms large over the history of Israel and Gaza, from his childhood through the Disengagement he arranged 20 years ago.
"Why I saved him I don’t know.
A funny looking fat kid with no friends.
"Why I saved him I don’t know.
A funny looking fat kid with no friends.
September 16, 2025 at 4:58 PM
"Arik & Co." by Atar Hadari captures the life of a man who looms large over the history of Israel and Gaza, from his childhood through the Disengagement he arranged 20 years ago.
"Why I saved him I don’t know.
A funny looking fat kid with no friends.
"Why I saved him I don’t know.
A funny looking fat kid with no friends.
their Israeli counterparts are doing the same thing,
but not the same thing."
but not the same thing."
King of the Jews - Ben Yehuda Press
Alex taught me how to make this in my dreams for you when he was being King of the Jews in his joy for all the dancers who danced in the desert and knew only love. How does one respond to the terror of Oct 7? For Matthew Lippman, it’s through poetry. In King of the […]
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September 16, 2025 at 4:58 PM
their Israeli counterparts are doing the same thing,
but not the same thing."
but not the same thing."
their homes in Roslindale and Newton and Brookline
and hold hands and pretend there is love
because there is love.
They talk about boys and girls and car washes and happiness
and get lonely with each other and far away
and hold hands and pretend there is love
because there is love.
They talk about boys and girls and car washes and happiness
and get lonely with each other and far away
September 16, 2025 at 4:58 PM
their homes in Roslindale and Newton and Brookline
and hold hands and pretend there is love
because there is love.
They talk about boys and girls and car washes and happiness
and get lonely with each other and far away
and hold hands and pretend there is love
because there is love.
They talk about boys and girls and car washes and happiness
and get lonely with each other and far away
"Natalie and Ben and Ori and Eliora are King of the Jews on Tuesdays and Saturdays.
on Sundays and Wednesdays.
They go to their King of Jews Mall
and spend money at Sephora and Shake Shack.
They walk around in their Lululemon shorts and gold chains,
on Sundays and Wednesdays.
They go to their King of Jews Mall
and spend money at Sephora and Shake Shack.
They walk around in their Lululemon shorts and gold chains,
September 16, 2025 at 4:58 PM
"Natalie and Ben and Ori and Eliora are King of the Jews on Tuesdays and Saturdays.
on Sundays and Wednesdays.
They go to their King of Jews Mall
and spend money at Sephora and Shake Shack.
They walk around in their Lululemon shorts and gold chains,
on Sundays and Wednesdays.
They go to their King of Jews Mall
and spend money at Sephora and Shake Shack.
They walk around in their Lululemon shorts and gold chains,
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September 11, 2025 at 8:56 PM
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September 2, 2025 at 2:00 PM
a sheep
the buzz of being, and
lazy as it is
a trembling universe
It takes pleasure in seeing
what it created, creates, and refrains from creating
It doesn’t get more active
But fuller
considering the void
Now it is thirsty
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the buzz of being, and
lazy as it is
a trembling universe
It takes pleasure in seeing
what it created, creates, and refrains from creating
It doesn’t get more active
But fuller
considering the void
Now it is thirsty
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Wu Wei Eats an Egg - Ben Yehuda Press
Wu Wei Eats an Egg introduces fascinating Dutch poet Lucas Hirsch. Alternatingly enraged at and bemused by the 21st century, with its traps of bourgeois excess, addiction, and “hollow language,” Hirsch regularly explores the interior self, familial history, and the physical world (in which a tree “writ[es] a poem” each day in front of the […]
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September 2, 2025 at 2:00 PM
a sheep
the buzz of being, and
lazy as it is
a trembling universe
It takes pleasure in seeing
what it created, creates, and refrains from creating
It doesn’t get more active
But fuller
considering the void
Now it is thirsty
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the buzz of being, and
lazy as it is
a trembling universe
It takes pleasure in seeing
what it created, creates, and refrains from creating
It doesn’t get more active
But fuller
considering the void
Now it is thirsty
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of the beast
It makes breakfast, the cosmos and planets
the tumbling sun
It laughs at all there is
It eats an egg under the heavens
It fills its belly
It sits back
in a chair
on the veranda
of a house
in a country
under the clouds
looking
at creation floating by
As it moves, it creates
It makes breakfast, the cosmos and planets
the tumbling sun
It laughs at all there is
It eats an egg under the heavens
It fills its belly
It sits back
in a chair
on the veranda
of a house
in a country
under the clouds
looking
at creation floating by
As it moves, it creates
September 2, 2025 at 2:00 PM
of the beast
It makes breakfast, the cosmos and planets
the tumbling sun
It laughs at all there is
It eats an egg under the heavens
It fills its belly
It sits back
in a chair
on the veranda
of a house
in a country
under the clouds
looking
at creation floating by
As it moves, it creates
It makes breakfast, the cosmos and planets
the tumbling sun
It laughs at all there is
It eats an egg under the heavens
It fills its belly
It sits back
in a chair
on the veranda
of a house
in a country
under the clouds
looking
at creation floating by
As it moves, it creates
Music didn’t end suddenly,
it flowed up toward Jaffa Street and I felt someone
or something carry me, a Jewish feather, to Kikar Tsiyon.
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it flowed up toward Jaffa Street and I felt someone
or something carry me, a Jewish feather, to Kikar Tsiyon.
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Zion Square - Ben Yehuda Press
The music rips the skein of being. The ghost is proudly silent. A triumph of difference. Discordant and defiant. Maxim D. Shrayer’s voice speaks across generations. With a stubborn belief that poetry must be healing, Shrayer writes poems that break through boundaries and fears, accept defeat, and yearn for pleasure. –David Biespiel, author of A […]
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August 28, 2025 at 6:35 PM
Music didn’t end suddenly,
it flowed up toward Jaffa Street and I felt someone
or something carry me, a Jewish feather, to Kikar Tsiyon.
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it flowed up toward Jaffa Street and I felt someone
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but also the roof of particolored umbrellas that
hang over the street—once the prey of tourist
photos and travel agents’ brochures, now the sky
of our small warring country. I looked up and cried
for all my cousins-in-arms but also for myself. Mostly
tears of joy and comfort.
hang over the street—once the prey of tourist
photos and travel agents’ brochures, now the sky
of our small warring country. I looked up and cried
for all my cousins-in-arms but also for myself. Mostly
tears of joy and comfort.
August 28, 2025 at 6:35 PM
but also the roof of particolored umbrellas that
hang over the street—once the prey of tourist
photos and travel agents’ brochures, now the sky
of our small warring country. I looked up and cried
for all my cousins-in-arms but also for myself. Mostly
tears of joy and comfort.
hang over the street—once the prey of tourist
photos and travel agents’ brochures, now the sky
of our small warring country. I looked up and cried
for all my cousins-in-arms but also for myself. Mostly
tears of joy and comfort.
Rabbi Chaim-Wolf, of blessed memory, who was
peacefully murdered in the early days of the war.
Orchestras played outside my hotel at night and
I listened to the music Jews couldn’t leave in Europe.
I felt sheltered by the might of the Iron Dome
peacefully murdered in the early days of the war.
Orchestras played outside my hotel at night and
I listened to the music Jews couldn’t leave in Europe.
I felt sheltered by the might of the Iron Dome
August 28, 2025 at 6:35 PM
Rabbi Chaim-Wolf, of blessed memory, who was
peacefully murdered in the early days of the war.
Orchestras played outside my hotel at night and
I listened to the music Jews couldn’t leave in Europe.
I felt sheltered by the might of the Iron Dome
peacefully murdered in the early days of the war.
Orchestras played outside my hotel at night and
I listened to the music Jews couldn’t leave in Europe.
I felt sheltered by the might of the Iron Dome
named after the founder of three Israeli towns
and a Hebrew newspaper, a descendant
of a messenger of the venerable Vilna Gaon,
who in the 1800s left Lithuania for the Holy Land,
and was, perhaps, my distant relative, or rather
kinsman on the side of my father’s grandfather
and a Hebrew newspaper, a descendant
of a messenger of the venerable Vilna Gaon,
who in the 1800s left Lithuania for the Holy Land,
and was, perhaps, my distant relative, or rather
kinsman on the side of my father’s grandfather
August 28, 2025 at 6:35 PM
named after the founder of three Israeli towns
and a Hebrew newspaper, a descendant
of a messenger of the venerable Vilna Gaon,
who in the 1800s left Lithuania for the Holy Land,
and was, perhaps, my distant relative, or rather
kinsman on the side of my father’s grandfather
and a Hebrew newspaper, a descendant
of a messenger of the venerable Vilna Gaon,
who in the 1800s left Lithuania for the Holy Land,
and was, perhaps, my distant relative, or rather
kinsman on the side of my father’s grandfather