Writing

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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…

Dorit Weisman | Sarah

Of all the things in the ad what attracted me / Was the beauty of Sarah / And I stood there, or sat, today, Friday morning, / A winter sun warms me up in my purple clothes…

Tammara Or Slilat | Miscellaneous

My youngest daughter called from the army, / just returned from an ambush in the desert, this time / they intercepted two men who tried to smuggle Hashish from Egypt…

Tammara Or Slilat | Rosh Hashana

I can't believe it's / a new year, again / it has crept up on me, softly, surreptitiously, / though the signs, of course, were written on the wall…

Ana Elsner | Forgetting Eyes

Not in a tinplated / beggar’s cup of watery soup / do I perceive your countenance. / Not in a fine white china / dish of consommé…

Chris Mansell | The good soldier

on someone else’s place / it seems to him the land / slings distance way out / the dirt is dead and / the sky seems twisted / the beat of the stones is wrong…

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Alessio Zanelli | Getaway

Mist and dew / no longer inhabit the dale. / Plumes of smoke are the reeds / in the miry oxbows. / And the snow-hearted boy / who ran above the sky / on feet of Favonius / and with locks of Sol…

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Patricia Jabbeh Wesley | City

At night, it is like fire / spreading beneath us. / This vast city / aflame, and the plane / groaning. / The city is more beautiful / from the sky at night. / At noon, it looks like / a worn-out garage, / a thing in the middle…

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Odimegwu Onwumere | Ecology

One day I left my home / To the evil forest in my land / To see nature as it was / During a dry season. / I saw ants were busy/diligent / Gathering their crust-food. / Each of them goes in, comes out / To gather more of the food…

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Argo Spier | I took my ship down

I have left / and nosed my shuttle down / to the height of a foaming prairy / [my zoom like a noose around my neck] / from far I looked over the infinite rim / deep into the land’s seething pool / like foreign explorers before…