Our eighteenth annual Yom Hashoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) issue.
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Ananya S. Guha
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Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He has been writing poetry and publishing them world wide, for over thirty years.
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Spotlights Of Disease to begin at nothing |
Boghos L. Artinian
artinian@inco.com.lb
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Boghos L. Artinian is a physician in General Practice in Beirut since 1968 and a part-time poet since 1986. Most of his poetry is scientific and medical as his frustration in his inability to publish scientific articles forced him to publish them in verse. The poem ‘Garbis’ is an actual tragedy and one outcome of the Armenian genocide of 1915.
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Garbis ‘O cursed Turk that raped my mother |
Bryan Damien Nichols
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Bryan Damien Nichols was born in Houma, Louisiana, on August 30, 1978. He earned a B.A. in Philosophy from Baylor University and a J.D. from the University of Texas School of Law. He has practiced law both in Houston and in Texas’ Rio Grande Valley. Bryan currently lives in Los Fresnos, Texas, with his loving wife, Michelle. Bryan is best known for writing poetry through two different heteronyms: (1) Kjell Nykvist; and (2) Alexander Shacklebury. Generally speaking, Kjell provides an optimistic worldview, while Alexander provides a pessimistic worldview. Kjell and Alexander are not mere “extensions” of Mr. Nichols; instead, each heteronym is a unique character with his own personality, poetic style, and biography. Bryan’s debut collection of poetry, Whispers From Within, was published in 2015 by Sarah Book Publishing, a small, independent Texas press.
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Remember In those dark times, the air was ash: The Innocents were the victims were But all was not fire, steel, and ash. |
Bryant Rogers
bryantrogers@hotmail.com
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My name is Bryant Rogers, from Jamaica, New York. I am an African American poet who wants to speak for all of the African American Jews whose lives were also lost in the Holocaust. I want to share stories I’ve heard from relatives and friends, who’s stories have never been told. This poem is for the special Holocaust Remembrance Day issue
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Red Coat .he still on duty, |
Carol Kanter
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Carol Kanter’s work has appeared in numerous literary journals and anthologies. Atlanta Review gave her three International Merit Awards before publishing three others of her poems. FinishingLine Press published her two chapbooks, “Out of Southern Africa,” (2005); “Chronicle of Dog,” (2006). “No Secret Where Elephants Walk,” (2010) and “Where the Sacred Dwells, Namaste” (2012) marry Carol’s poetry to her husband’s photography from Africa and from India, Nepal and Bhutan. Check
it out : www.DualArtsPress.com.
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The Haunted House I. Survivor (to her daughter) ……………..…Phantom hands of al my dead I never meant to hand you see I had no choice. and offer me forgiveness II. Daughter’s Response ……………..…On and on relatives I never met but know I hold them in my dreams, to remember to thank when I want more, because III. Adult Daughter’s Response Ghosts pull less and secured our still shot family which I try only to look through for your grandkids each great-great- that we deserve to live. We honor IV. Granddaughter’s Response I found old barbed wire in our attic. Its smoky points Let’s use it for a fence I want to ask you I want to ask you so you see how good it is to be alive. |
Clara Ray Rusinek Klein
scriptorobscura@gmail.com
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Clara Ray Rusinek Klein is bilingual in Spanish and English. She holds a BA magna cum laude in Political Science with a minor in Religious Studies. Ms. Klein is an internationally published creative writer and author and the founder and Editor in Chief of A Quiet Courage, an online journal of microfiction and poetry in 100 words or less. On December 23, 2015, A Quiet Courage was named among the twelve best literary journals of 2015 by Authors Publish Magazine, just over eight months after its founding on April 2nd, 2015. Ms. Klein is a two-time 100 Word Story photo story winner, with her one-hundred-word stories Defector and Airport Shuttle respectively. Her one-hundred-word story Ostdeutschland was chosen as an Editor’s Pick on Postcard Shorts. For more information and a full list of current publications: clararayrusinekklein.wordpress.com.
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Munich, 1941 He wears his best suit, They don’t speak At the next stop, In the back row, “You stupid bitch! You worthless cow! She stares at him, tears of Keep crying, he thinks. It will be more believable this way. |
Daniel Irwin
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Daniel S. Irwin lives in Sparta, Illinois, where he was born and raised. Retired military now writer and actor.
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Tears In The Morning Grandmother would have tears in the morning. |
Dave Ludford
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Dave Ludford is a poet and short story writer from Nuneaton, England.
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Remembrance Every night for over a year, before his passing In the evening there would be music; Now there is no more music |
David Ades
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David Adès is a Pushcart Prize nominated poet who recently relocated to Sydney, Australia after living in Pittsburgh since 2011. He has been a member of Friendly Street Poets since 1979. He is the author of Mapping the World (Friendly Street Poets / Wakefield Press, 2008) commended for the Anne Elder Award 2008, and the chapbook Only the Questions Are Eternal (Garron Publishing, 2015). His poems have appeared widely in Australia and the U.S. in publications including over 20 of the Friendly Street Readers, and numerous literary magazines and have also been widely anthologized, most recently in Verse Envisioned: Poems from the Pittsburgh Post Gazette and Works of Art They Have Inspired. In 2014 David was awarded the inaugural University of Canberra Vice-Chancellor’s International Poetry Prize and was also shortlisted for the Newcastle Poetry Prize.
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Auschwitz (Tel Aviv, 1984) 1. A name, five parts the twitching of dead limbs, screams lost in a mirror maze, I was not there. I do not remember: I cannot forget. 2. A word, and ancient roots among the living, from memory, poisoned by revisionists 3. A silence, in the Hebrew class in Tel Aviv: the dead are dying again, |
David Supper
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Started out at Art College in the 60’s and worked as a Graphic Designer until the early 70’s. Made a switch to education and worked in secondary schools as an art teacher for 34 years. Now working as a full time artist, with work sold by London Gallery and shortly to open my home as a gallery for prospective buyers. People can view my work on my website: withspaceinmind.com. My unique style I describe as Hard-edge Realism and the paintings are medium to large. All are for sale of course! I currently live and work in Nottingham, England, but as I travel a lot my subject matter is often influenced by what I discover overseas. I recently re-married and my wife, Bryony, is an ex-professional actress turned children’s author and we are trying to get her current project off the ground.
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Remember And so it continues…….. |
David Sermersheim
dsermersheim@snet.net
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The author taught at The Hotchkiss School (Ct.) for 33 years; has had poems published in “The Aurorean”, “Ancient Paths”, “Sacred Journeys”, “Cloudbank” “Iodine Review”, ”Everyday Poems”, “Writing Raw”, “Poetry Pacific” and "Poetry Super Highway" as well as other journals and quarterlies. He was a MacDowell Fellow and has a book, “Meditations”, listed on Amazon.
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Nie Wieder (for Vera Klement) sacred images hover consecrated the hand that remembers “light and dark |
David Horner
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David Horner is a freelance teacher trainer living near Paris, France.
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On a Visit to Auschwitz In the air whispering screams fill my head, |
Donal Mahoney
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Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis Missouri. Some of his earliest work can be found at here and some of his newer work here.
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Ancient Paradox Alive Today After two thousand years for killing Christ even though This would have meant be closed—perhaps forever, for doing what they had to do would still be waiting for a Savior |
Douglas Steele
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Doug Steele is a lifetime Wisconsinite residing in Portage. His prose and free verse have been featured in numerous print and on-line publications including Maudlin House Magazine, Gambling the Isle, Straylight Literary Magazine, The Courtship of Winds, and Sediments Literary Arts Journal. He is a media personality, broadcaster, member of the Pauquette Wordcrafters Group, Academy of American Poets, and the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets. Doug’s recent Chapbook “Rivers, Streams, and Dreams” was released in December 2015. His work can be seen at www.douglassteelepoetry.com
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Tylawa Village I “Boze Promos Nam" (God help us) |
Gayle Kaune
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Gayle Kaune is published widely in literary magazines. Her chapbooks include Concentric Circles and N-Sid-Sen Star. Her book, Still Life in the Physical World, was published by Blue Begonia press and her latest, All the Birds Awake, is from Tebot Bach. She is a retired psychotherapist and lives with her husband in Port Townsend, WA and winters for a month or two in the Sonoran desert.
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Justice —this Tarot card teaches us how the universe works, Morning and the lesser finches Two hundred thirty-three survivors The finches peck frantically at the sock-like (Now three hummingbirds have come Somehow, Neuman survives. After the War he meets another A family of six, living with a ghost ‘What is the karma of such atrocities?’ The morning doves console her with their coos, |
Giovanni Scifo
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My name is Giovanni Scifo and I live in Colorado here is my submission entitled Matchsticks.
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Matchsticks Matchsticks |
Hanoch Guy
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Hanoch Guy spent his childhood among cacti and citrus groves He is a bilingual poet in Hebrew and English, He is professor emeritus of Hebrew and Jewish literature at Temple university.He has published extensively and won awards in Poetica, Mad Poet society. Poetry matters and Poetry Super Highway. Hanoch is the author of The road to Timbuktu/Travel Poems, Terra Treblinka; Holocaust poems, We Pass Each Other on the Stairs, Sirocco and Scorpions: Poems of Israel and Palestine. Hanoch resides in Elkins Park Pa.
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Thou shall forget Yehudah Elkana Now a professor in Jerusalem Watering his garden |
Helen Bar-Lev
hbarlev@netvision.net.il
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Helen Bar-Lev is a landscape artist and poet, born in New York in 1942. www.helenbarlev.com She holds a B.A. in Anthropology, has lived in Israel for 45 years and has held over 90 exhibitions of her landscape paintings, 33 of which were one-woman shows. Her poems and artwork have appeared in numerous online and print anthologies. 7 Poetry collections all illustrated by Helen. She was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2013. Helen is Assistant to the President of Voices Israel group of poets in English www.voicesisrael.com and Senior Editor of Cyclamens and Swords Publishing, www.cyclamensandswords.com.She lives in Metulla, Israel with her poet-partner Johnmichael Simon.
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You can’t get away from it the holocaust best just to let go of it But this one horror persists Everything about this era Today, when all these thoughts |
I.B. Rad
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I.B. Rad is a widely published New York City poet.
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Dancing at "The Abyss" There’s a club dubbed "The Abyss" |
Ivan Klein
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Ivan Klein lives in downtown Manhattan, is the author of Alternatives to Silence from Starfire Press and a chapbook on the sumi-e paintings of Koho Yamamoto. He has been published in Leviathan, The Jewish Literary Journal, Urban Graffiti and the Forward among other publications. His poems have appeared in several previous PSH annual Yom Hashoah issues. A poem sequence on the Japanese poet Sakutaro Hagiwara is in the current issue of the online magazine Arteidolia.
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In The Garden Of The Sanitorium After a poem by Nelly Sachs* ……..……..…….The poet as madwoman / the madwoman as poet ……..There to be protected against the vicious radio messaging of the *A Nobel Laureate for Literature in 1966, |
Jay Passer
jp8521984@yahoo.com
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Jay Passer’s poetry has been published in print and online since 1988. He lives and works in San Francisco, the city of his birth.
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Cantos and Resurrection Pound was rambling, yeah, Mahler avoided the great wars Richard Strauss outlived Mahler by 40 years and flashback: Chaim Soutine, long escaped from the shtetl so Pound says to Ernest Hemingway Gustav M. traveled from station to station those were good hard times alright – the Americans eventually sorted it all out, right? you can sit aside sibilantly muttering the wonder of what blooms beneath barbed wire, they went mad. and so many others – now more than ever. |
Jean Colonomos
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Jean Colonomos lives in Topanga, CA. She appreciates Poetry Super Highway’s honoring Holocaust Remembrance Day.
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One More Day ……..…….—for Lola, Kuba and Jacob, In the was time, In the was time, |
Jo-Anne Aylard
jo@aylard.ca
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My name is Jo-Anne Aylard and I live in Bright’s Grove, Ontario Canada. I have been writing poetry for many years and have been published several times in ‘Quills’, a poetry anthology in Canada as well as a Canadian anthology called ‘Existere’. I have also been shortlisted for a poetry contest in ‘Lichen’ magazine and my work has been workshopped by esteemed author David Bergen on CBC. My poetry has also been published in several chapbooks.
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Etty (In honour of Etty Hillesum) She was I am |
Kaye Voigt Abikhaled
abikhaled@utexas.edu
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Kaye Voigt Abikhaled, born in Berlin, Germany, immigrated to the U.S. in 1960. Her poetry has been published in state, national and international poetry journals. Editor, A Galaxy of Verse, 1999-2004; appointed Counselor for the Austin, Texas area of the Poetry Society of Texas; First Runner Up, The Fernando Rielo World Prize for Mystical Poetry, Madrid, Spain, 2000. Childhood in the Third Reich: WW II and Its Aftermath, (Mellen Poetry Press, 2000); a bilingual edition in German, translated by the author, 2006. Kaye lives in Austin, TX.
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Paul Celan An invitation to visit Munich um mich die Toten wollen Sie mich auch my fifteen years burbled enthusiasm who had witnessed the murders |
Larry Burns
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Larry Burns is a SoCal native. Most of his work reveals elements of that history and geography with simple situations that provide plenty of room for the reader to create a particular meaning or subject. He believes that writing is a community effort, with the writer as the focal point; writing creates an outwardly radiating expression and description of the human condition. All things serve the Wheel.
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Under the Sky So Blue The ancient Fear |
Marsha Carow Markman
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Marsha Carow Markman earned a Ph.D. in English Education from the University of Maryland, College Park. She taught at The George Washington University in Washington, D.C. and, returning to her California home, in the English Department at California Lutheran University. Her publications include: The American Journey (Vols. 1 and 2) and Writing Women’s Lives, with Drs. Susan Corey and Jonathan Boe; Editor and writer of Piri Piroska Bodnar’s Holocaust memoir, Out of the Shadows; poems in If We Dance . . . A Collection of Poems ;and articles in scholarly journals. Markman divides her time between homes in Woodland Hills, California and Annapolis, Maryland.
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Find Me amid this rubble stark as stone discarded in a twisted mound in this place forget me not |
Martina Robles Gallegos
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I came from Mexico and lived in Altadena and Pasadena through high school. I moved to Oxnard and attended community college. I attended California State University, Northridge and got my teaching credential then taught for almost 18 years in Hueneme Elementary School District. I suffered a work injury followed by a stroke. I resumed my Master’s after hospitalization. I graduated with my M.A. June 2015. Works have appeared in Altadena Poetry Review, Hometown Pasadena, and Spectrum. I live in Oxnard, CA.
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May Humanity Never Forget Some think of the Shoah as climate change; |
Mary Leary
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Mary Leary’s poetry has been published since she was a teenager. She is especially happy about having been featured on KPBS FM, in Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend: Women Writers on Baseball (Faber & Faber) & The Unbearables Big Book of Sex (Autonomedia), & winning 3rd place in the 2008 Book Habit poetry contest. Currently based in San Diego, she is also a music journalist & programmer.
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I’m against the potential morbidity of being born Jewish and Irish doom from the start that all-black is so tired easy to see |
Mary Langer Thompson
mh_thompson@hotmail.com
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Mary Langer Thompson’s first collection of poetry, Poems in Water, published by Green Fuse Poetic Arts of Loveland Colorado, is available on Amazon.com. She was the 2012 Senior Poet Laureate of California. She resides in Apple Valley, California with her husband, Dave.
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Sneak Peek I’m supposed to be asleep, She looks my age, nearly thirteen, and smart. Anne likes movie stars, too. Others are moving in now, like when There’s Peter. That siren. Ours don’t sound like that, I muffle my cries in my pillow. No one ever told me |
Matthew Scott Harris
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Matthew Scott Harris begat during April shower made unheralded debut (nine months later) on a brutally cold January thirteenth. His conception wrought as second offspring and only son of boyce and the late harriet harris. He counts himself as a lucky papa of Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania. His two near adult darling daughters capstone as he tra verses and wends along the long and winding road of life. His father – employed as a mechanical engineer with general electric – heard the powerful lungs of this gangly newborn prior to being permitted to cradle said enfant non terrible. Extreme shyness in tandem with a congenital speech defect (submucous cleft palate) seemed to alienate him from other classmates. As an outside neutral observer, he passively watched with gut wrenching agony how others seemed socially attached, and rarely invited him to join in any reindeer games. The absence of clear-cut goals found him enrolling and withdrawing from countless colleges and/or universities.
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letter to Esther Bauer no doubt ye did cower my life and hard times – with abject despair yet one with Semitic lineage, though an atheist to boot those few in number who endured galling beast |
Michael Brownstein
mhbrownstein@ymail.com
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Michael H. Brownstein has been widely published throughout the small and literary presses. His work has appeared in The Café Review, American Letters and Commentary, Skidrow Penthouse, Xavier Review, Hotel Amerika, Free Lunch, Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry, The Pacific Review, Poetry Super Highway and others. In addition, he has nine poetry chapbooks including The Shooting Gallery (Samidat Press, 1987), Poems from the Body Bag (Ommation Press, 1988), A Period of Trees (Snark Press, 2004), What Stone Is (Fractal Edge Press, 2005), and I Was a Teacher Once (Ten Page Press, 2011). He is the editor of First Poems from Viet Nam (2011) and administrates the websites http://projectagentorange.com/ and http://projectagentorange.com/simplemachinesforum/
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Strength in Spirit and Faith The duck of winter heavy with clouds of snow and sleet, There is a story about how the slaves in Mississippi, The winter that year was colder than most, The slaves filled the skies with outstretched arms. Behind the fences, within the camps of poisoned minds There is solace in flight, solace in prayer, solace in praise. When the war ended, our suffering was still great, |
Michael Burch
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Michael R. Burch is an American poet and editor of Holocaust poetry who lives in Nashville, Tennessee. He edits and publishes www.thehypertexts.com.
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Epitaph for a Child of the Holocaust I lived as best I could, and then I died. The Burning of the Books When the Regime Then a banished writer, one of the best, He rushed to his desk, full of contemptuous wrath, |
Michael Virga
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The passing of Prince & The New Yorker cover current (May 2, 2016) at the time of this composition coupled with an NEA Big Read in-progress in my home-city Birmingham (AL). http://www.bsc.edu/features/bigread/index.cfm an edition concurrent with the 20th National Poetry Month which waxed special to my calling: I ranged around the metro engaging in the buffet of related events and feeling stronger for rekindling my literary kinship with sister Emily Dickinson by way of of our "purple host," my (and my father’s) alma mater. — and that’s how the spirit moved me upon receiving the call for this 18th annual Yom Hashoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) issue.
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no race to the finishing line The quality of mercy is not strain’d, on the outside of ruthless . . . the run-off of the after-birth botanical manna from the divine garden of Sister Emily’s bannerless "purple host" All the colors no longer bleeding |
Neil Meili
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Neil Meili: Edmonton, Alberta and Austin, Texas. Most recent book: Putting aside the Mask for the Moment.
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If a Jew Falls in the Forest and no-one hears The Holocaust of Hitler People of the Americas do not think Every year we hear Put your ear against a forest |
Patricia Brooks
pbrooks@whidbey.net
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Patricia Brooks is the published author of two novels, short fiction and poetry. She now lives in Swarthmore, Pennsylvania.
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Bread upon the waters Their children looked to the sky and wailed, Before long, will our children be wailing, |
R. Bremner
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R. Bremner, of Glen Ridge via Lyndhurst, NJ, USA, writes of dead kings and many things he can’t define, the clutter in your mind, and the color of time. He was in the very first issue of Passaic Review, along with Allen Ginsberg. He has appeared in dozens of other journals, including International Poetry Review, Yellow Chair Review, Poetry Super Highway, and Poets Online. Please look for his eBooks You are once again the stranger and Poems for the Narrow on Amazon, BN, Lulu, Itunes, and Smashwords. You’re welcome to visit him at Poets & Writers, where milk and cookies are waiting: http://www.pw.org/content/r_bremner
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The sky still darkens at evening
The sky still darkens at evening I try to joke but the joke is on us But these are not just bodies, they’re people But they’re better off being just bodies |
Rifkah Goldberg
rifkahg@netvision.net.il
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Rifkah (Rita) Goldberg writes poetry and aphorisms, and is a long-time oil painter. She has a Ph.D. in Biochemistry from Cambridge University and works as a freelance writer and editor. Born in London in 1950, she has been living in Jerusalem since 1975, has two sons, ten grandchildren and five step-grandchildren, and is married to the writer Shalom Freedman.
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Serving God Sent out in your youth from To start a lifetime For the past two decades Now from your sick-bed Slowly struggle to reach From the emergency room Becoming steadily more difficult Then prayer-sated return All the time coming closer to showing those |
Rosalind.J. Lee
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Rosalind J. Lee is a name for a woman with a divided past. It is not her real name. She was moved around from home to home, not always finding her feet, and always half afraid to sleep. She now lives in the village of Mattishall, Norfolk, UK, where she once had riding lessons with Alistair Crowley, and writing lessons with Tolkien. The nearest city is Norwich.
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The Recipe Part 1 My adoptive mother’s recipe for fruit cake the ingredients, from currants, black as sin Rites we were not to witness, Father’s outraged face, The cake would lay in a sellotaped tin, rich dark, She never played, didn’t dust the piano – I’d sit on the stairs, clad in a nightie, After the three months, she’d whip out the tin, Part 2 In ways we are similar – We lived – Before your death, we took to talk by phone. How to deduce it all. You no longer baked, I knew you didn’t love me, more that The crocodiles moved in, you weakened; The recipe says the cake will last a long time Yet on days when |
Samantha Terrell
poetrybysamantha@outlook.com
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Samantha Terrell holds a Bachelor’s degree in Sociology. Her poetry is intended to give voice to societal issues around the globe, and can be found in: DoveTales by Writing for Peace (Colorado); Ebola, a chapbook by West Chester University (Pennsylvania); NonBinary Review by Zoetic Press (online), and elsewhere. She has been a contributor to PS, Poetry Salon (California), and has written her own chapbook, entitled Honesty, for almost five years. Visit Samantha on the web here.
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Humble Me Baptize me that I may go of humanity’s woes, admitting over and over again, |
Shirley Bell
sabell1@sky.com
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Shirley Bell lives in the UK, in Boston, Lincolnshire. Her poetry had been widely published and she is now putting all of her published poems together for the Special Collections Archive at the University of Lincoln.
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Babi Yar. Shostakovich is playing: it is Symphony 13, Babi Yar. and also warm clothing, linen, etc.” The commander of the Einsatzkommando boasted, And the bureaucracy makes it easy. Do this. Do that Every step now tolls. Babi Yar. It is a funeral march. and kicked for they, too, are destined to join the heaps, but for holds her baby to her breast and the child is wrapped in on that terrible voyage into an unrepentant hell, of targets,
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Stephen Mead
mead815@yahoo.com
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A resident of NY, Stephen Mead is a published artist, writer, maker of short-collage films and sound-collage downloads. His latest P.O.D. amazon release is an art-text hybrid, "According to the Order of Nature (We too are Cosmos Made)", a work which takes to task the words which have been used against LGBT folks from time immemorial. In 2014 he began a webpage to gather links of his poetry being published in such zines as Great Works, Unlikely Stories, Quill & Parchment, etc., in one place: http://stephenmead.weebly.com/links-to/poetry-on-the-line-stephen-mead
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Desperate Journeys (with thanks to Ursula H.) Have I forgotten the future Nazis They journey each on a collision course, |
Susan Olsburgh
olsburgh.susan@gmail.com
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Susan Olsburgh was born in the North East of England . Her parents were victims of Nazi Oppression and were glad to find a safe haven in the UK in 1938. For the past five years Susan has lived near Netanya, in Israel. She facilitates a monthly poetry appreciation activity for adults and is currently the national president of Voices Israel, an organisation for poets writing in English in Israel.
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Papers Please "Achtung! Where are your papers?" |
Susan Beth Furst
sfurst14@aol.com
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Susan Beth Furst is a writer and poet. She enjoys writing prose and considers herself a haiku artist. She was "Poet of the Week," on the Poetry Super Highway. Her poems have appeared in The Avocet, Haikuniverse, and "The Best of Kindness," anthology by the Origami Poets Project. She lives in Woodbridge, Virginia with her husband Herb and a canary named Mozart. You can also find her at beautifuldefect.com.
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The Poet Ninety four years old |
Susan Solarz
solaking19@gmail.com
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Susan Solarz of Sacramento, California is the child of two Holocaust survivors. Her parents, Renee Gitla Berlinska Solarz (Renia) and Simon Solarz (Szymon) were both from Lodz, Poland and survived the Lodz ghetto, labor camps at Auschwitz and other concentration camps. Her parents met when they were at a displaced persons (DP) camp in Hannover, Germany. They emigrated together to the United States in 1950 and settled in Los Angeles, where Susan was born. Since retiring at the end of 2013, Susan has been sharing her passion for nature with schoolchildren as a docent at the Effie Yeaw Nature Center and is active in various local environmental groups. Susan has been active in Sacramento’s Holocaust Remembrance committee and 2nd Generation group for many years.
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In Honor of Renia Renia picked flowers at her summer home Plucked like unripe fruit Alone, after the branches crashed to the ground My mother, liberated from Bergen Belsen in 1945 I stand before you a child of survivors On this spring day |
Sy Roth
rothseymour@yahoo.com
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Sy Roth lives in Mt. Sinai, New York
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From Something You Said You stood stolid salt pillar skeletal bodies wrapped sans prayers shawl. |
Tina Hacker
thacker1@kc.rr.com
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Tina Hacker lives in Leawood, KS, with her husband Lynn Norton who is a sculptor and excellent editor. Tina’s full-length poetry book, Listening to Night Whistles, was published in May, 2014, by Aldrich Press. Her chapbook titled, Cutting It, was released in late 2010 by The Lives You Touch Publications. Tina served as Co-president of The Writers Place and Vice-President of the Midwest Region for Women in Communications. Since 1976, she has been poetry editor for Veterans’ Voices, a journal of writing by veterans. This year she is being named a Muse, an honor given by The Writers Place for all the work she has done for that organization and for the Kanas City literary community.
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Hiding Places Some survived because they hid When I was a child, I hid inside a shadow always found me. Sometimes angry, I hoped my stillness would shimmer when I was safe. In my first apartment I pushed our large recliner into a corner left revealing gaps. Maybe bury myself My husband said I was silly. This is America. Halloween is three weeks away. Bottles line shelves. Make-believe fatal wounds.
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Victoria Elizabeth Ruwi
eyewhispers@aol.com
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Victoria Elizabeth Ruwi, from San Diego, California, survived cancer and began writing poetry. Her book, Eye Whispers, is a life affirming reflection on her experiences.
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April 19th all day long my barely seeing hardly hearing aunt sits with her house robe on eyes sunk deeply her only child a daughter died in 1992 she can’t understand why i must leave her my own daughter will be home soon as i go aunt eula sits at the window waiting home early enough to glance out worried because jennifer is late the neighbor who rarely speaks to me knocks oh she has a dead cat in her yard she is afraid to touch it i go in her backyard first time ever she somehow begins to tell me about three years ago when she saw that man she’ll never forget his face jump over my back fence caucasian man with his sandy hair in a ponytail and gloves on his hands but she didn’t want to get involved she’d know him if she saw him to this day i can’t tell her how a year ago when her daughter’s young baby died i wanted to say how sorry i was just didn’t know how too late now she feels you (i think that’s me) must be braver than her to pick up a carcass without caring in such a way my gloved hands hold a plastic sack to bag the dead a box to put bagged dead cat in i was brave when the bomb went off in the frankfurt american shopping center i flip my five year old to the ground throw myself on top of her she hasn’t forgotten earthquakes scare her too i was brave when the corpses in bags came in from beirut (lebanon) watching bodies be sewn together for burial morticians eating pizza their smeared in guts unwashed gloved hands i was more afraid walking the grounds of dachau the air still ashen with filaments of jews murdered there the earth still screaming souls don’t rest incinerators still exist grand memorial inscribed in many languages the words Never Again militia skinheads a bomb in oklahoma the children we awake living |
Vinita Agrawal
vinitaagrawal18@yahoo.co.in
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Vinita is an award wining mumbai based poet. She has authored three book of poetry two of which – The Longest Pleasure and The Silk Of Hunger are available on Amazon. Visit Vinita on the web here.
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Rimless Coffin A bouquet of a million bones were blanketed in winds Children in hollow collarbones gleamed white in the brilliant moon A cradle of ashes held the pink flesh A reconciliatory sky – bridged earth with water, sun with moon If showy rulers had thought beyond race Countries were not enemies, people were. They sloughed smiles off innocence for a long time to come |