The Words

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Recite the words you want to hear

Those your heart dreams to

Follow

Recite the words your soul still seeks

The ones that soothe

A sorrow

Recite the words you know are true

They will bring forth

Tomorrow.

 

 

 

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Solitary Call

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

If you heed

Your heart’s need

To silence

The fretting discord

That bestrewed your soul,

You’ll hear

The gentle chime

Of each breath

Reverberating

Its solitary call.

 

 

 

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Berry Prickly

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Berry Prickly

 

Gavin (age 4) is picking berries with his mom and grandpa in the woods outside his grandpa’s house. He’d picked a few himself but encountered a thorn … and now is quite content holding the bowl, nursing his owee finger, and ‘directing traffic’ to the “good ones.”

Gavin: “I know why it called a Berry.”

Mom, intrigued: “Why?”

Gavin: “Because it berry prickly!”

 

 

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Partners

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Guatemala Duo; Photo: Inbar Asif

 

When shut-eye weighs your lids

Yip patrol

Comes on call

While the third wheel can perch

On the sill

‘bove the bench.

 

 

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Broken Tea (“Emilia” excerpt)

 

“…When the little girl was finally sleeping, Marion put her to bed and tucked her in and sat on the edge of the daybed for a long while, looking older and more tired than anything that could be attributed to her eighty-five years. Pushing up from the bed, Marion began collecting the child’s clothing to fold for the next day, only to toss the lot on the floor, swipe a book and a half-empty mug off the table, and storm out of the house. The mug lay shattered on the stone floor, tea stains splattered. KayAnne stared at the ruined cup, reluctant to clean up and somehow needing the brokenness to remain: She wanted to demolish something herself.”

Excerpt from “Emilia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Summer Scent

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

Breathe the fragrance of summer

Smell the sun ripened fruit

Born of

Hard work

Long daylight

And the miraculous growth

From a green, tender shoot. 

 

 

 

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Soul of Soil

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Do not soil the soul of soil

With harm

And hatred.

Do not foul the loam of life

By sowing death.

Walk gently on the earth

That holds the lot of us.

All water that flows on

And under

Has flown everywhere

Before

Belongs to no one

More.

Do not soil the soul of soil

With war.

It is unholy.

Antithetical

To growth.

It stains all harvest

Red

With tears

And broken hearts.

Enriches only

Pain

And sorrow’s scars.

True stewardship

Demands

We find

Uphold

Maintain

A common ground.

 

 

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