Monthly Archives: August 2017

Di nishtikeh megileh

God help us if we start to dream of Esther. What Itzik warned us of is true today. A savior’s bad enough, but one like this, Who wins the day by–can I even say it?– She’s pimped out by her … Continue reading

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Tsurikgeyn

What if we just went back? We could, you know. I’m not really serious. But, surely it’s our land as much as theirs. We’ve been in Poland for about as long as Magyars have in Hungary, and far more than … Continue reading

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A sonnet for Charlottesville

The ones who hate the most are full of fear. They fight us when they think that we are weak; for in our strength they don’t dare get too near unless they’re sure we’ll turn the other cheek. Deep in … Continue reading

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Martyrs

Note: I wrote this poem in Spanish four years ago, about events then happening in Colombia. Given the recent terrorist attack in Charlottesville it feels worth translating to English. It’s six in the morning and yesterday two peasants died in … Continue reading

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