The olives are blossoming, or do I write blooming, or just plain growing. Still too small and greento pick, but there. Just as it has grown too hot, and the... read more →
It’s not every day you win an award, and I’m learning to relish every happy step of the journey, every affirmation which says, I may be obsessed but I’m on... read more →
This is the way to find family, to know your great great grandfather was the Chacham Bashi of Iraq. Hisname was Chacham Moshe Chaim Shamash. Because I share my passion/obsession... read more →
In 1923, substantial funds were transferred from a Jewish businessman in Baghdad to the Keren Kayemeth LeIsrael-Jewish National Fund, in order to provide much needed assistance to a newly founded... read more →
We weren’t expecting it to rain, not when you can still see blue sky. It comes in one moment—an eye blink—a sip of coffee. Like war. It will be over... read more →
I recognize the rows of palm trees, the cereal field, the canal hugging the sides of the village of flat-roofed homes, the scatter of poplar trees, and more palm trees.... read more →
Poetica Magazine, ADRPAward Third Place changing Ethiopian names is an old immigrant story my grandfather and his brothers were known by different last names don’t tell me who I am... read more →
Shlomi Hatuka interviewed by Sarah Sassoon First Published in Halah Magazine Sarah Sassoon: In a 2016 Forward Magazine article, Ayelet Tsabari described Ars Poetica as “the best party in town... read more →
I stand two feet hopping on the threshold I think of the children hands covering their ears one two three four hundred and sixty try think of lucky shooting stars... read more →
my grandmother believes in red blood flowers each woman has at least one many survive many do not I had no idea what this meant until now I am here... read more →