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Pierre-François Moreau | School

Pierre-François Moreau | School

Good news, it infuses this issue with a sense of joy, and with an aspect of carefree childhood seized in…
Michele Smargiassi | Rurality now

Michele Smargiassi | Rurality now

When they came to tell us that farming without farmers could exist we smiled. But now we have uninhabited expanses…
Hans Durrer | Hope

Hans Durrer | Hope

Since we are living, to a large part, in a socially constructed world – think of the legal system or…
Alain Jullien | Photography and Photographers

Alain Jullien | Photography and Photographers

Big changes are happening in photography today, and we cannot blame digital photography for all of these upheavals. The close…
Franck Bijou | Présences

Franck Bijou | Présences

I recently made a train journey in France. Leaving from Paris but, and this is what I asked the ticket…
Ami Steinitz | Meta Reality

Ami Steinitz | Meta Reality

A living environment is a defined terrain where actual and imaginative perceptions are mutually experienced. The current flow of global…
Dorit Weisman
Looking at a snail the morning after a suicide bombing on Emek Refaim Street

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…
Dan Savery Raz | The Leaders

Dan Savery Raz | The Leaders

Ah, these are the leaders /These are the leaders – / Madmen in suits. / Believing in numbers, percentages and…
Ester Muchawsky-Schnapper | Three Days later…

Ester Muchawsky-Schnapper | Three Days later…

I felt like walking with you in the woods / no daffodils but many trees / not really black, or…
Dorit Weisman | Sarah

Dorit Weisman | Sarah

Of all the things in the ad what attracted me / Was the beauty of Sarah / And I stood…
E. M. Schorb | The Diamond Merchant

E. M. Schorb | The Diamond Merchant

The buoys of memory have faint bells, noticed in the night. / I have left these chiming seamarks for the…
Tammara Or Slilat | Miscellaneous

Tammara Or Slilat | Miscellaneous

My youngest daughter called from the army, / just returned from an ambush in the desert, this time / they…
Tal Nitzán | In the time of cholera

Tal Nitzán | In the time of cholera

Facing one another / we turn our backs to the world’s calamities. / Behind our closed eyes and curtains /…
Tammara Or Slilat | Rosh Hashana

Tammara Or Slilat | Rosh Hashana

I can't believe it's / a new year, again / it has crept up on me, softly, surreptitiously, / though…
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