Olive Oil
Some say the soul is liquid, syrup flowing casually to fill any vessel it’s poured into No will of its own just a simple…
Yonah ben-Avraham writes for Vision Magazine.
I saw an old man weep with the strength of a young man, And a young man cry with the bitterness of an elder….
One thousand ships, with sails bleached white as the bones left in their wake, their coming a snarling typhoon Six eyes, sunken to the…
Did you ever stop to consider That these towers are not to protect your body but that they are your body? These trees are…
I live haunted with the ghost of a song on my tongue Like a finger tapping along the spine of a forgotten book To…
Like fire in my veins and the aching pulse of the farthest heart close to me Like rapidly ascending bubbles of excited water in…
After the rebirth of the state of Israel, the baby-steps of the national platform of the Jewish people, a great spectre became flesh. Before…
When nation spars with nation Their envoys snarl and hiss Tear into each other With all of Hell and havoc’s fury The fire of…
Hadrian sits atop his wall Tires burn across the hall Is this border mine or yours? Shattered homes and broken hands All pieces of…
I want the hard-soft eyes of a man who knows his land, who speaks gently to her with the planting of fruit trees and…