POEM: (how to sleep on) Le’il Tisha B’Av
a pillow less
or pillow-less
a stone mai’avenei hamakom
head rest for one’s temples
can you really sleep
like every other night of the year
Poem: 'Sefirah 5704'
between Pesach and Shavuos
in the Greater Hungary spring
of 1944
did Jews count
the weeks
in ghettos
the days
in cattle cars
without food or toilets
the hours, minutes, seconds
churning past burgeoning fields of new grain
until they reached
their ultimate
destination?
Poem for 9/11
(for 9/11 loved ones) the in(di)visible
Poetry
Poetry by Yossi Huttler
Vision
Poem
Molad
The instant of the moon’s “rebirth” at the start of each Jewish month, when the first glimmer of the orb’s edge is visible from Jerusalem, is known as the “molad.” Of course, the molad also marks the conclusion of the past lunar cycle and, as such, represents a dichotomous moment that is simultaneously completion and inception. Above is a poem by Yossi Huttler, a prosecutor and oral historian living in Staten Island.
