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An Israeli flag at sunrise.

did you ever

Taliah Albert -
did you ever count without numbers? / relying on your breath to count them for you / measuring the time between now / and another explosion.
Light streaks across a stone wall covered in Hebrew text and Jewish symbols with streaks.

Eichah?

anonymous -
I collaged and re-punctuated lines from Eichah and wove in some original imagery.
Protesters march near a cardboard sign that says "Migration is an act of courage" surrounded by monarch butterflies.

Winter

Naomi Green -
There is a frozen heart / Refusing to thaw
A crystal Jewish star hangs in a lit window, refracting the natural light.

Standing

A. Kaufman -
The shades of hope in our hearts whisper that we’re still here.
A city bus seen through a pane of glass covered in raindrops. The image is blurry.

Uber Ride Reflections (Why I’m Wearing a Boot)

Anna Schwartz -
I have so much to thank my body for, and so many reasons to resent her.
A pair of brown leather sandals, stained with wear, sit atop a wooden crate filled with antique objects.

Shoes (circa 1940)

Rachel Kauffman -
I can survive another mile. Her feet must have ached too.
A blurry scene of a city at night. Buildings glow in the darkness.

Static

Abigail Handsman -
My thoughts drone on, never ceasing—metronomes piled upon each other, none keeping the same tempo.
A ballerina's pointed feet are shown in a black and white image.

A Poem For Ashlee

Erin Klein -
Look to the girls who dance around you; their minds are as strong as their ankles on pointe.
Black and white photo of two girls lying on the grass, laughing.

First in Thought, Last in Deed

Jemima Schoen -
You spend ages planning—then scrapping—how you’ll confess it.
A young woman lying in the grass, smelling a yellow flower

Being a Woman

Tatum Zola -
This unmistakable part of my identity is the thing that brings me the most joy. 
A tattered Israeli flag flies on a post against a pale blue sky.

Over the Atlantic

Anna Schwartz -
My sister is in a bomb shelter / And it rains over the Atlantic.
A long pier stretches out into a gray-blue lake. It doesn't quite reach the opposite shore.

Connection

Marisa Martignon -
I don't know how to explain that I am here, but I am not.
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