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Ti guardo dall’inferno/I’m Watching You from Hell
Ti guardo dall’inferno by Pina Panico Salemme Ti guardo dall’inferno Sono qui, qui sotto, dove il tuo sguardo fa fatica a vedere, mescolata in questo pasticcio di effimere credenze, di miti e sacralità. Cercami, sono qui, nel buio delle incertezze, … Continue reading
Dead Boys
Dead Boys by J.Khan Title and last line after “Dead Girls” by Kim Addonizio The camera pans hillside jungle before zooming to our hero, face up, body splayed, and stubbed by a missing limb. Next, the signature close up: angled … Continue reading
On Holy War
On Holy War by Truth Thomas How fragile is the congregation of flesh and quiet are corpses that litter the ground. I pass your service, after most of the guests have gone. A headless boy stops and asks me if … Continue reading
Oh My God
Oh My God by JoAnn Lord Koff Oh my God, who may not be the God you pray to, why do we kill each other and betray your word? God of many names, many sects, many ethnicities, various DNA, we … Continue reading
Luckily for Me
Luckily for Me by Mario Badino Luckily for me, I’ve never seen corpses in the street, but I know the televised images the bodies of massacred children, the delicate faces, and bombs are certainly not exclusive, not even from far … Continue reading
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To Live
To Live by Yerusalem Work I seek forgiveness without the shedding of blood. Adam, alayhi salaam, learned words of inspiration from God. Between us, is there forgiveness for what we have done? Rockets remind us we look upon the same … Continue reading
Gaza
Gaza by Gene Bruskin As a non-observant but well-qualified Jew, Having lost family in a Russian pogrom, Once visiting Israel, as an internationalist first, a Jew second, My Jewish side having long reveled in the Jewish Bund, The Workman’s Circle, … Continue reading
In the World War III Museum
In the World War III Museum by Don Kingfisher Campbell In the World War III Museum by Don Kingfisher Campbell Piles of melted steel, rubbled bricks, and scattered wood shards to walk around for hours Shells of ships, planes, trucks, … Continue reading
Washing War Off Me
Washing War Off Me by Susan Notar The sun hovers like a raw red egg yolk over the water at the edge of the horizon. Dogs dodge, children squeal. Somewhere a colibri sips sugar from a purple climber vine. I … Continue reading
Pray for Peace
Pray for Peace by Ellen Bass Pray to whomever you kneel down to: Jesus nailed to his wooden or plastic cross, his suffering face bent to kiss you, Buddha still under the bo tree in scorching heat, Adonai, Allah. Raise … Continue reading
