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An apple I cannot chew for clenching my jaws, this fruit neither decays nor ripens. It sits like a communion wafer on my tongue. Forbidden to spit it out, I choke. Shyness rings my bell, and lugging a bag of excuses tells me not...

My first day of leave, I walk Tel Aviv’s streets, looking, not knowing her name, but her face more unforgettable than a movie star’s. Not that I’ve a chance of finding her, but a bloke’s got to try, or as the poet says, “What’s...

Cinema: Tel Aviv, 1930 He helped me up when some Hebraist shtarker knocked me down in his zeal to destroy the theatre, for daring to show a Yiddish talkie. “Thank you,” I smiled in English; the young private blushed as if Good...

I googled my ex-husband, could find no trace of him, tried to calculate, maybe thirty years ago? I could verify the date, check past job resumes and address books, but if there is no trace of him in all-pervasive cyberspace is...

I land alone at the bar making notes for a poem, nursing a CC, waiting for the others to arrive. I muse about lines I never received. No “Can I buy you a drink?” No “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” I...

The retired photography teacher stares at the Upper Mississippi, not the murky expanse at St. Louis, not the dark churning waters creating the delta at New Orleans. Here the west bank in Iowa is blanketed gold, while the...

I like arriving at my neighborhood cafe under a still-dark sky of an early December morning, the air trembling with a secret anticipation as if a quiet gift is about to be opened, the ribbon already fallen to the...

Roumeli, Greece We stalled in traffic–a line of goats tinkling their bells as they made a relaxed gait across the narrow road. They turned to notice us, no time to hurry. The land held the clock and we were only its visitants. A...

Connemara Be it unsung notes or syllables unrolling aloud, those who have gone on before me somehow return in the emerald hills smoothed by mist and edged by ocean, in lichened stone walls and deep russet bogs, rounding the...

we had not yet gathered in the clinic’s reception area, my mother my sister and I; we had not yet followed the dark-haired nurse into the doctor’s office, arranged ourselves on grey metal chairs; the tall doctor had not yet...