Was it the bomb or the daughter that came first? The vow and a promise to fig trees and ripe lemons, brown pools of sugared dates, my father’s eyes burned with memories of air raids. A ceasefire buried in sumac and...
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Three Poems by C. Dale Young
The Grief of Achilles Very few dispute that his mother dipped him in the River Styx to ensure immortality, the spot on his heel she held left vulnerable and soft. Nor do many dispute Achilles as an outstanding warrior...
You have a DNA match!
“Each match holds a different part of your story. Compare aspects like ethnicity, common ancestors, and communities to start assembling your family’s bigger picture.” Overnight in my inbox they arrive stacked like...
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The Aayrouni Olives Always Grow Best
Was it the bomb or the daughter that came first? The vow and a promise to fig trees and ripe lemons, brown pools of sugared dates, my father’s eyes burned with memories of air raids. A ceasefire buried in sumac and...
Three Poems by C. Dale Young
The Grief of Achilles Very few dispute that his mother dipped him in the River Styx to ensure immortality, the spot on his heel she held left vulnerable and soft. Nor do many dispute Achilles as an outstanding warrior...
You have a DNA match!
“Each match holds a different part of your story. Compare aspects like ethnicity, common ancestors, and communities to start assembling your family’s bigger picture.” Overnight in my inbox they arrive stacked like...
Letters from Missile Alert Area, Ramat-Gan West
October 7, 2023 Dear Friend, That moment when you realize how naïve you’ve been, that it won’t make a difference–your political convictions or your desire for co-existence; your weekly (sometimes twice...
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The Aayrouni Olives Always Grow Best
Was it the bomb or the daughter that came first? The vow and a promise to fig trees and ripe lemons, brown pools of sugared dates, my father’s eyes burned with memories of air raids. A ceasefire buried in sumac and...
Three Poems by C. Dale Young
The Grief of Achilles Very few dispute that his mother dipped him in the River Styx to ensure immortality, the spot on his heel she held left vulnerable and soft. Nor do many dispute Achilles as an outstanding warrior...
You have a DNA match!
“Each match holds a different part of your story. Compare aspects like ethnicity, common ancestors, and communities to start assembling your family’s bigger picture.” Overnight in my inbox they arrive stacked like...
Letters from Missile Alert Area, Ramat-Gan West
October 7, 2023 Dear Friend, That moment when you realize how naïve you’ve been, that it won’t make a difference–your political convictions or your desire for co-existence; your weekly (sometimes twice...
I’m Looking for Humans
I want to tell you about my street. It is a one way, winding road lined with Jerusalem sandstone apartment blocks, many old, holding many accumulated stories. On a normal day there is the sound of children playing from...
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The Aayrouni Olives Always Grow Best
Was it the bomb or the daughter that came first? The vow and a promise to fig trees and ripe lemons, brown pools of sugared dates, my father’s eyes burned with memories of air raids. A ceasefire buried in sumac and...
Three Poems by C. Dale Young
The Grief of Achilles Very few dispute that his mother dipped him in the River Styx to ensure immortality, the spot on his heel she held left vulnerable and soft. Nor do many dispute Achilles as an outstanding warrior...
You have a DNA match!
“Each match holds a different part of your story. Compare aspects like ethnicity, common ancestors, and communities to start assembling your family’s bigger picture.” Overnight in my inbox they arrive stacked like...
Letters from Missile Alert Area, Ramat-Gan West
October 7, 2023 Dear Friend, That moment when you realize how naïve you’ve been, that it won’t make a difference–your political convictions or your desire for co-existence; your weekly (sometimes twice...
I’m Looking for Humans
I want to tell you about my street. It is a one way, winding road lined with Jerusalem sandstone apartment blocks, many old, holding many accumulated stories. On a normal day there is the sound of children playing from...
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Three Poems by C. Dale Young
The Grief of Achilles Very few dispute that his mother dipped him in the River Styx to ensure immortality, the spot on his heel she held left vulnerable and soft. Nor do many dispute Achilles as an outstanding warrior...
Letters from Missile Alert Area, Ramat-Gan West
October 7, 2023 Dear Friend, That moment when you realize how naïve you’ve been, that it won’t make a difference–your political convictions or your desire for co-existence; your weekly (sometimes twice...
Three Pieces by Cameron Vanderwerf
Philanthropy We began having nightmares of rundown, underheated apartments. We dreamed vividly of hunger, of fatigue, of exhausting jobs with long hours. Our sleeping hours were filled every night with endless visions...
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The Aayrouni Olives Always Grow Best
Was it the bomb or the daughter that came first? The vow and a promise to fig trees and ripe lemons, brown pools of sugared dates, my father’s eyes burned with memories of air raids. A ceasefire buried in sumac and...
You have a DNA match!
“Each match holds a different part of your story. Compare aspects like ethnicity, common ancestors, and communities to start assembling your family’s bigger picture.” Overnight in my inbox they arrive stacked like...
I’m Looking for Humans
I want to tell you about my street. It is a one way, winding road lined with Jerusalem sandstone apartment blocks, many old, holding many accumulated stories. On a normal day there is the sound of children playing from...