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Three Poems by Ellen Sazzman

The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience. Wanted – Female...

Three Poems by James Gurley

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...

Four Poems by Beth Konkoski

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...

Two Poems By Yehoshua November

The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience. There is Only...

Two Poems By Rick Black

The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience. At Night in...

Three Poems By Sarah Sassoon

The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience. What I Will...

Three Poems By Lori Rottenberg

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...

Two Poems By Jacqueline Jules

The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience. My Facebook Feed,...

Two Poems By Bruce Black

The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience. No wordsBy...

Two poems by Jane Schapiro

The poems in this post are part of a special section, curated by Ori Z Soltes and Robert Bettmann, The Jewish Experience.  Just In Case by...

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One Poem by Charlotte Van Schaack

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...

One Poem by Kate Gorman

FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...

Three Poems by Mary Whitlow

Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...