Our seventeenth annual Yom Hashoah (Holocaust Remembrance Day) issue.
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Alisa Velaj
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Alisa Velaj (born 1982, Vlorë, Albania) is an Abanian poet whose work has appeared in a number of print and online international magazines, including “Blue Lyra Review”, “One title reviews”, ‘The Cannon’s Mouth’ (UK),‘The missing slate’ (UK), ‘The Midnight Diner’ (USA), ‘Poetica’ (USA), ‘Time of Singing’ (USA), "Canto" (USA), ‘Enhance’ (USA) “Ann Arbor Review” (USA) ‘The French Literary Review” (UK), “SpeedPoets” (Brisbane, Queensland, Australia), “LUMMOX Poetry Anthology 3” (USA), “Erbacce” (UK), "fourW twenty-five Anthology" (Booranga Writers’ Centre, Australia), “Poetry Super Highway” (USA) and “Knot Magazine”(USA). She also has works in forthcoming issues of “Poetica”, “Otter”, “The Journal”, “Reunion: The Dallas Review” (USA), “The Brighter Light Poetry Anthology” (USA), Phenomenal Literature (New Delhi, India), The Atherton Review (USA) and in the Anthology by Mago Books. Alisa Velaj has been shortlisted of the annual international erbacce-press poetry award in June 2014. She is also shortlisted in the Aquillrelle Publishing Contest 3 in January 2015. Velaj’s first full-length collection of poems “A GOSPEL OF LIGHT” will be published by Aquillrelle during this year. Her poems are translated into English by Ukë ZENEL BUÇPAPAJ. Alisa Velaj lives between Vlora and Tirana, in Albania.
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The Game We would stay somewhere Ravens wearing crooked crosses flew over our heads,
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Carol Lindsay
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Carol Lindsay of Carlsbad, California began her professional writing career over 40 years ago. Her works include human interest pieces and columns for various newspapers and magazines. Lindsay’s award winning poetry has been published in literary magazines (Old Hickory Review, The Kit-Cat Review) as well as commercial (Leatherneck, Magazine of the Marines, USA Today,) publications. The author of ten books, Lindsay was executive producer and host of Carlsbad Corner, 30-minute CCTV shows showcasing writers, musicians, and artists, and she had been featured poet for a news segment on local (KDCI) CNN headline news during National Poetry Month. In 1998, one of her poems was placed in the historic Pen Arts Building, (AKA Todd Lincoln’s mansion) Washington, D.C. As President of the Palomar Branch of the NLAPW (National League of American Pen Women), Lindsay was presented with the “Woman of Achievement Award” in Laguna Hills, California. Lindsay is a long-time member of the Academy of American Poets.
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A Letter and Four Numbers She visited my children in California, a letter and four numbers |
Dan Fitzgerald
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Dan lives quietly in Pontiac, Illinois, tending to home and garden. His poems have been published in The Writer’s Journal, PKA Advocate, Nomad’s Choir and others. They are also included in two anthologies- Love Notes (Vagabondage Press) and Ekphrastia Gone Wild (Ain’t Got No Press). He has written off and on for a number of years and is hoping to publish two books of poetry in the near future.
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I Remember You Who will remember me |
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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Scene from Yom Kippur 1972 It’s Yom Kippur They’re in uniform, Five older men The numbers |
E.M. Schorb
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E.M. Schorb’s (Mooresville, NC) latest collection of prose poems is Manhattan Spleen. Some appear in current issues of Main Street Rag, Poetry Salzburg Review, and Oxford Poetry. His novel, A Portable Chaos, is revised after winning the Eric Hoffer Award for Fiction and his Resurgius: A Sixties Sex Comedy is just out.
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The Diamond Merchant
The buoys of memory have faint bells, noticed in the night. ……Shalom alekhem……..Shalom alekhem So now I sail all night to find them and their symbols, to |
Elzy Cogswell
poetryplease@utexas.edu
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Elzy Cogswell, a retired librarian in Austin, Texas, was a Poet of the Week in February, 2007, under his previous name. His poetry has won prizes at the local, state and national level, including the Alabama State Poetry Society Award in 2013 and the New Jersey State Poetry Society Award in 2011. Two of his poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. For a brief period in his earlier life, he was a panhandler in New York City.
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Go On, No Matter What Ancient Chinese wisdom says Idiosyncrasies never get the chance Memories of children whirl like galaxies, |
Erika Dreifus
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Erika Dreifus is the author of Quiet Americans: Stories, a collection based largely on the experiences and histories of her paternal grandparents, German Jews who immigrated to the United States in the late 1930s. Erika lives in New York City. Visit her online at www.erikadreifus.com and follow her on Twitter @ErikaDreifus, where she tweets "on matters bookish and/or Jewish."
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Pünktlichkeit
My father’s parents were Germans, They came to New York in ‘37 and ‘38, Pünktlichkeit is beyond punctuality. Pünktlichkeit is a preemptive way of life, But pünktlichkeit served my grandparents well. ("Pünktlichkeit" was originally published in Moment magazine.) |
Franci Levine-Grater
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Franci Levine-Grater is a writer, editor and teacher living in Pasadena, California. She is currently at work on a new as yet untitled chapbook.
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Remembrance an abundance of wine wrapped and ready today is a gift |
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 HighwayHanoch 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, Pennsylvania.
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Caged between veins and arteries, dark echoes explode |
Henry Howard
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I am a Los Angeles human rights poet, with a particular emphasis on exposing and combatting racism and genocide. This, inevitably, includes a commitment to remembering the Holocaust, and, like a spider web cast over the earth, all its threads to events post-WWII. I was a Holocaust remembrance activist long before I became a poet, and I was involved as an international researcher with one particular case for 14 years. That only ended for me when the German author and journalist who I had been helping died of cancer, but I have continued my efforts whenever any new leads come up, however slender. I am honored to submit my work for this special issue, and I will continue in this vein until genocide, in all its horrors and against all its various targets, is banished forever from this earth.
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What I Learned From Shoes
The shoes rest in lonely piles, The shoes still seek the feet They are lonely, Here and there, A visitor reflects One does not ask about the lady herself; What have I learned from shoes, I have learned We may walk alone, |
I.B. Rad
ibradeck@aol.com
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I.B. Rad, Mrs. Rad, and their canine companion live in New York City. Many of I.B.’s poems can be seen on the internet , some being read by others. This poem was previously published in cc&d (scars.tv.)
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The approaching front At daybreak, |
Ivan Klein
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Ivan Klein lives in downtown Manhattan, is the author of Alternatives to Silence from Starfire Press and has been published in Leviathan, Flying Fish, Long Shot and the Forward among other publications. His poems appeared in the 2011 and 2013 PSH annual Yom Hashoah issues.
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Paste-Up — After Paul Celan’s “Conversation In The Mountains”: ….Jew Klein meets Jew Gross amid the beauty of nature from which they are chronically veiled. ….….….Loathe the little Jew! ….….….Who don’t belong, Pure words green & white, Pure speech not reckoned for Klein and Gross. — A journey in speech to themselves in the mountains, — After Rilke’s “Duino Elegies”: ….When I had a knife & exhaled, ….When I smashed the mirror |
Janet Bowdan
jbowdan@msn.com
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Janet Bowdan has poems forthcoming in Gargoyle, Free State Review and Wordpeace. She teaches at Western New England University and is the editor of Common Ground Review. She lives in Northampton, Massachusetts, with her husband, son, and sometimes a stepdaughter or two.
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Hitler Cups ‘Unintentionally’ Sold in German Store Behind the roses, the cursive script, who’d notice The thing is that stamp lurking in the background is rising |
Jennifer Rudick Zunikoff
jrudstory@yahoo.com
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Jennifer Rudick Zunikoff is a storyteller, poet, educator, facilitator, and coach based in Baltimore, Maryland. She co-taught the Oral Histories of Holocaust Survivors course at Goucher College from 2004-2013. Jennifer is the founder and director of The Golden Door, an organization that teaches participants to tell personal and communal stories of social justice to middle school and high school students. The Jewish Women’s Archives, the Philadelphia Jewish Voice, and the Baltimore Jewish Times have published her poetry. Jennifer directs the Storyteller Teaching Training project at Krieger Schechter Day School. She performs at synagogues and schools throughout the United States. Her CD, The Growing Season, was commissioned by the Macks Center for Jewish Education. Jennifer’s original stories are featured in the books, Mitzvah Stories: Seeds for Inspiration, and New Mitzvah Stories for the Whole Family. www.jenniferstories.com
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Fragile Window we live during when memory the fragile window we listeners, It is the task |
Jonathan Maseng
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Jonathan Maseng lives in the city of Los Angeles, where he is a contributing writer to the Jewish Journal, as well as a playwright, screenwriter, and fifteen other different things. His work has appeared in LA Weekly, Haaretz, The Press Enterprise, Newsday, etc.
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Behind the Curtain We choke and we breathe like we pray, When the flame has run out, beware the dead eaters of ash We choke and we breathe like we pray, |
Josh Lefkowitz
jelefko@hotmail.com
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Josh Lefkowitz won the Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry Prize, and received an Avery Hopwood Award for Poetry at the University of Michigan. His poems and essays have been published at The Rumpus, The Huffington Post, The Hairpin, TheThePoetry, and many other venues. Additionally, he has recorded work for NPR’s All Things Considered, and BBC’s Americana. Born and raised in the suburbs of Detroit, he currently lives in Brooklyn, NY.
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With Apologies To Adorno I know that Adorno said Years ago, when I was twenty-three and the whole time we were doing it I got a lot of pleasure out of that. In the morning I asked, “do you feel bad “That’s fair,” I said, and I kissed her |
Joyce Ellen Weinstein
joyceellen@joyceellenweinstein.com
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Joyce Ellen Weinstein is a visual artist who occasionally writes poetry. She is in many permanent and private collections in the US and Europe. She is included in Fixing the World: Jewish American Artists of the Twentieth Century, published by New England University Press and The Book as Art, National Museum of Women in the Arts. She received many honors and awards and was named a Fulbright Senior Specialist Candidate; three times finalist and one time winner Metro DC Dance Awards for Scenic Design. Her website is: www.Joyceellenweinstein.com. She lives in New York City.
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In the Forests of Lithuania In the forests of Lithuania No amount of cutting or pruning |
Judith R. Robinson
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Judith R. Robinson, of Pittsburgh, Pa, is an editor, teacher, fiction writer and poet. A 1980 graduate of the University of Pittsburgh, she is listed in the Directory of American Poets and Writers. She has been published in numerous magazines, newspapers and anthologies.* She is author of The Beautiful Wife, fiction, four poetry collections; editor or co-editor of eleven poetry collections/anthologies. Visit Judith on the web here: www.judithrrobinson.com
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Israel Iwler and His Peaceful Cow After seven hundred He came into a sun, a moon, the roof of stars. It was when and howled; |
Kevin Heaton
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Kevin Heaton is originally from Kansas and Oklahoma, and now lives and writes in Aiken, South Carolina. His work has appeared in a number of publications including: Guernica, Rattle, Slice Magazine, Beloit Poetry Journal, The Adroit Journal, and Verse Daily. He is a Best of the Net, Best New Poets, and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee.
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Why You did this to Me? While My father stood sentry When he told me this, |
Maja Trochimczyk
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Maja Trochimczyk, PhD, of Los Angeles, is a Polish-born poet, music historian, and photographer. She published six books on music and five of poetry: Rose Always, Miriam’s Iris, Chopin with Cherries, Meditations on Divine Names, and Slicing the Bread. Hundreds of her essays and poems appeared in English, Polish, as well as in German, French, Chinese, Spanish and Serbian translations, in such journals as The Loch Raven Review, Epiphany Magazine, Lily Review, SVGPQ, Cosmopolitan Review, The Scream Online, Clockwise Cat, Van Gogh’s Ear Anthology, PSH, Lummox Journal and other venues. www.trochimczyk.net.
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Bees and the Breeze They were dying in the gas chamber. Her father was just fifteen, but he was strong.
Not bees, her mother said, the whole Ponary forest The shots were louder, went on all day |
Mary Ann Castle
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Mary Ann Castle lives in the Bronx, New York.
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Pleasant Bay Nursing & Rehabilitation Center Today there’s entertainment at Pleasant Bay Nursing & Rehabilitation Center I can’t give you anything but love Now comes: Shein vidi livone and Abi gezunt At the program’s end, a tiny woman under 5 feet Quietly, fondly gazing at the violin, she stretches out her tiny arm to stroke it |
Michal Mitak Mahgerefteh
mitakart@aol.com
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Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh is an award-winning poet and artist from Israel, living in Virginia since 1986. She is author of four poetry collections and the editor and publisher of Poetica Magazine. www.michalmahgerefteh.com
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The Ghosts of Europe
I alone wander this rural mountain, my shoulders stiffen, eyes tire from for the luminescence of sun-snowy day. million dead whose chorus, unbound |
Michael Brownstein
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Michael H. Brownstein is the English Specialist for Lincoln University’s Academic Support Center in Jefferson City, Missouri.
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How a World Ends Under the shell of storm, Here they labored because of guns How can I say the world ended |
Michael Virga
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Michael Virga wrote this broem after recently viewing the 2015 Film Series sponsored by the Holocaust Education Center in his home-city, Birmingham, AL.
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parallel universe
twin brothers journaling the same autobiography 2 leaves leave without falling |
Nancy Shiffrin
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Nancy Shiffrin has 2 poetry collections in print: The Vast Unknowing Infinity Publishing BN.com and Game With Variations unibook.com. Her reviews have appeared in the Los Angeles Times, The Lummox Journal, and poetix.net. She resides in Santa Monica.
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Survival "my father was a good person one day without correction "of course they took the spectacles first" I imagine the concentrated beam in my cornea included in The Vast Unknowing |
Patrick Erickson
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Patrick Theron Erickson lives in Garland, Texas, a suburb east of Dallas, not so affectionately called the armpit of the Dallas-Arlington-Fort Worth metroplex. With this submission Patrick’s avocation goes without saying. As for vocation, he is a parish pastor, a shepherd of sheep, a small flock with no sheep dog and no hang-dog expression. Or he is the sheep dog, a small dog, with the hang-dog expression. Secretariat is his mentor, though he has never been an achiever and has never gained on the competition. He resonates to a friend’s definition of change; though a bit dated with the advent of wi fi, it has the ring of truth to it: change coming at us a lot faster because you can punch a whole lot more, a whole lot faster down digital broadband "glass" fiber than an old copper co-axial landline cable.
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Fat Chance 2 Alois Brunner responsible for deporting Confused with another Brunner, Anton He died his one regret The fall of the Berlin Wall He also survived The Jews deserved to die If I had the chance Pray history Garland, TX |
R. Bremner
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R. Bremner lives in Glen Ridge, NJ, USA, with his beautiful sociologist wife, their brilliant son, and their excitable puppy Ariel. He’s a regular contributor to poetsonline.org , and has appeared in International Poetry Review, the Journal of Formal Poetry, and Paterson Literary Review among others. He poemreads at lots of venues regularly, and is often mistaken for the mythical Jersey Devil. He has traveled extensively, especially to Sri Lanka, the birthplace of his wife. He likes you to visit him at http://www.pw.org/content/r_bremner.
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I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know The right lens of my spectacles is lost Sadie is gone. Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone. |
Richard Widerkehr
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Richard Widerkehr (Bellingham, Washington) won two Hopwood first prizes for poetry at the University of Michigan and received his M.A. from Columbia University, which he attended on a Woodrow Wilson Fellowship. Two book-length collections of his poems were published in 2011: The Way Home (Plain View Press) and Her Story of Fire (Egress Studio Press). Tarragon Books published his novel, Sedimental Journey, about a geologist. Recent work has appeared in Rattle, Floating Bridge Review, Jewish Literary Journal, and Poetry Super Highway where he won second prize in their contest. He has poems forthcoming in Nomad’s Choir Poetry Review, Clay Bird Review, Penumbra, Pennine Ink, Crack The Spine, and Gray Sparrow.
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Five Marks, Bundesrepublik As prompts for our poems this morning, |
Rifkah Goldberg
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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 and nine grandchildren, and is married to the writer Shalom Freedman.
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My Father’s Friend On my father’s annual visits Particularly in a prefab on the next corner Wanted to welcome him in the new building On her visits my mother continued going there Last week my father’s friend passed away Finally found out something about Pioneer who fought Long-time Ministry of Welfare worker |
Rosalind J. Lee
rossum8@yahoo.co.uk
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I grew up with strangers, traveled a little. Worked with people who interested me. Was often sad. Felt I had lost more than I knew. (Nearest city: Norwich, UK)
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on: The Importance of Words. Sometimes I’d think I was dead before I was born. optional, no comfort in the thin blanket. Over The boy who was not my twin in the cot next to me, cried. to be his word. I crowded his world with my one The oven was waiting. On our faces we had numbers |
Stacey Robinson
stacey.z.robinson@gmail.com
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Stacey is a single mom. She sings whenever she can, and writes, even when she can’t. She has worked in Corporate America for a long time; now she works at her writing. She’s been published in several anthologies, and her book, Dancing in the Pam of God’s Hand, will be out soon from Hadassa Word Press. Find her, her poetry and essays and general thoughts on meaning and doubt and faith on her blog (http://staceyzrobinson.blogspot.com) and her website (www.stumblingtowardsmeaning.com)
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Counting Infinity I wonder about the We counted So I wonder, what happens when |
Stanley H. Barkan
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Stanley H. Barkan is the editor-publisher of Cross-Cultural Communications, a small literary arts, non-commercial press focusing on bilingual poetry, which has, to date, published some 400 titles in 50 different languages. His own work, which has been translated into 25 different languages, has been published in 17 different collections, several others of which are bilingual (Bulgarian, Chinese, Italian, Polish, Romanian, Russian, Sicilian). His three latest books, Sailing the Yangtze (translated into Chinese by Hong Ai Bai)and Tango Nights (both published by The Feral Press, 2014), and The Machine for Inventing Ideals / Ma?ina de Inventat Idealuri, a shared bilingual (English/Romanian) edition with Daniel Corbu, translated by Olimpia Iacob (Ia?i, Romania: Princeps Multimedia, 2014). Among the many honors he has received, he most treasures the 2011 Korean Expatriate Literature Association award “for his contribution to the promotion of the globalization of Korean literature through exchanges of Korean and American poetry” and Peter Thabit Jones’s special 2014 “Stanley H. Barkan” tribute issue of the Swansea, Wales-based international poetry magazine, The Seventh Quarry, published with a gathering of poems and interviews and photos and art by the many poets and writers and translators and photographers and artists Stanley has worked with during the last four decades. He lives with his artist wife, Bebe, in Merrick, Long Island, New York.
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The Mothertree
Prostrated Mama, where are you? Dear Tree, |
Stephen Mead
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As a writer and artist publishing for the last three decades, Stephen Mead has finally gotten around to getting links to his poetry still online at various zines available in one place: http://stephenmead.weebly.com/links-to/poetry-on-the-line-stephen-mead His latest Amazon release is entitled "Our Spirit Life”", a poetry/art meditation on family heritage, love, and the evanescence of time. For Christmas 2014 he released a sound collage song cycle, "Threnody for a Forgotten Plague", a series-in-progress, dealing with the early days of the AIDS Pandemic, free to listen to via http://amazingtunes.com/stephenmead/albums/24122
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Needing the Lies Spices, a poultice—– Water, wind—– Right off our coast a ship goes down, &, Oh cranes, |
Sy Roth
sydad@hotmail.com
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He lives in Mount Sinai New York, and he often thinks of the many who were lost. His writing revisits them often.
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all they could see was the mud blackened deposits they could not hear the desperate hoof beats, eschewing thanks to one another– |
Toby Gotesman Schneier
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Toby Gotesman Schneier is a known painter of Judaic/Holocaust Art ,as well as an established blogger of the famed,"I AM GODESS XREBBITZIN" . Both of her parents having survived Auschwitz, she brings a certain "AUTHENTICITY" to the work, consistently reminding everyone that "Tragedy does not occur in Black & White"…She resides in Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey. Visit Toby on the web http://tobygotesmanschneier.com and http://iamgodessxrebitzin.blogspot.com/
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Never Forget We remember the plague of German Reach to exterminate and annihilate our people… |
Vince O’Connor
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Vince O’Connor lives in Ely, MN and has published poetry in various print and online publications, articles for numerous magazines, and has a play, "Nearly Departed," published by Players Press. http://vinceoconnor.com/
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Reasons cause they smelled of sulfur cause they were filthy cause they stabbed Germany in the back cause they were rich cause they were socialists cause they were assimilated cause they were human beings like cause a goat does not become a horse cause they could cause they did |
Waide Riddle
waideriddle@hotmail.com
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Waide Riddle lives in Los Angeles. He is the winner of seven American poetry awards. Many of his poems and short stories are archived in the UCLA Library of Special Collections. Besides writing, Waide loves reading great ghost stories. His favorite author is Robert McCammon. Mr. Riddle is a proud and long time member of SAG/ AFTRA.
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Auschwitz Cold and worn, I sit crouched in the corner of the train. Welcome To Auschwitz I am separated. Insulted. Harassed. Humiliated. Today is gray. |
Wilderness Sarchild
gooutside@capecod.net
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Wilderness Sarchild, from Brewster, MA, is an expressive arts therapist, poet, playwright, and grandmother of five. She is presently co-writing a play about women and aging entitled, "Wrinkles, the Musical.” She has written, directed, and/or performed in other productions concerning social justice issues, including gender, racism, breast cancer, 9/11, ecology, and modern day slavery.
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Temples of Genocide The Cambodian killing fields: Auschwitz: I collect skulls— a coyote In Auschwitz the rabbi has us pray |
Zvi A. Sesling
zviasesling@comcast.net
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Zvi A. Sesling has published in numerous magazines. He edits Muddy River Poetry Review and publishes Muddy River Books. He authored King of the Jungle (Ibbetson Street Press, 2010) and a chapbook Across Stones of Bad Dreams (Cervena Barva, 2011). His volume, Fire Tongue, is due from Cervena Barva Press. He lives with his wife, Susan J. Dechter in Brookline, MA.
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Holocaust Survivor I saw him on the subway 96477 on his left forearm not many people on the train what it meant it represented: and more – a survivor of the horror of death as he glanced at me the meaning of those numbers as if I too wore them, He was a small man, maybe only in his seventies for what he had been through he must have seen slaughtered his people meaningless cattle. was among them as were their culture and history father to son in the ancient tradition, with meaning, an annual reminder celebrated in light and warmth with family and, perhaps, a festive time for joy and prayer of the forefathers, but no hardship who saw what human eyes piles of gold nuggets gold rings pried from jewelry taken from Jewish women or scraps of bread for children who smelled what human nostrils rotting human flesh, burning human flesh, a living hell worshipped an anti-god, the hearts and souls of the human race, who lived in a time who survived when others perished except for the tattoo that reveals the pain of his life, each day, each hour, each minute. such evil, such destruction, such death, walking slowly, holding the woman a different pain which he must also endure to man, a deed worse than any in history, by robbing its name – Holocaust – the gruesome truth of Treblinka or Bergen-Belsen can equal the genocide of merely because they were born practiced their faith save the gods of war and murder because it is easier to blame the ones who are different, It is easier to throw rocks to burn books than to read them, and march to war This survivor had seen it all and |