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Dorit Weisman
Looking at a snail the morning after a suicide bombing on Emek Refaim Street

Gray and self assured and solid it moves forward / on its damp and endless journey while yesterday’s ambulances go back and forth / back and forth in my brain…

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Dan Savery Raz | The Leaders

Ah, these are the leaders /These are the leaders – / Madmen in suits. / Believing in numbers, percentages and sanity / Drawing bar-charts to rationalize tanks and air strikes…

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Ester Muchawsky-Schnapper | Three Days later…

I felt like walking with you in the woods / no daffodils but many trees / not really black, or green – no fairy-tale – / but sweet air and

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