Starry Night And the Astronauts
“When I paint space, I am with the astronauts,”—Alma Thomas, visionary artist and painter, 1972
A Japanese billionaire books SpaceX’s starship...
Informal
Form your thinking in lines of two.Let couplets speak their gauzy magic.
Does this form count? No real form butwhite space, no imposition but a...
The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience.
DocumentAerie
Hardly anybody can...
Tyrant-Poem
IWe will shake our bodies like animals abandoned in the forest,and the moon will sing lullabies for thedead;the dead who were mine and did...
New Day, New War
dawn breaks over dust—jets thunder into IranIsrael’s warning
missiles cross at dusk—sirens bloom in BeershebaTel Aviv trembles
bunker busters boom—America joins the fraycall...
Glass Houses
We hide behind glass—thin, trembling breath,shattered silence,each crack a raw wound,a secret bleeding light.Truth fractures us—yet in jagged breaks,strength flickers, trembling,not a mask,...
