This poem was inspired by a different poem I wrote while at the USHMM in Washington, DC. In the museum, there is a room with a pathway down the middle. On each side is a pile of shoes taken from people as they arrived at concentration camps. This was inspired by my journey through that room. Shoes At the top of the pile- … Continue reading MY Shoes
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~ Tehila Polinsky Continue reading Cactus at Sunset
The girl that can’t cry has a heart so cold buried under frozen tears rhythm; untold. While her mind digests, her soul is dead fire it can touch, but can’t feel, she longs for desire. She can’t hear love Because she cannot bear pain She’s left listless and numb burnt out and tamed. she can’t blame her past, though her past is … Continue reading Frozen Tears
I hear a beat, I know the sound I feel a skip, One that I’m used to I see a picture, But this one is new I cry of pain, Because I know this is real. I hear a beat, Because all love is gone I feel a skip, Since I wasn’t worth the truth I see a picture, Wishing it would burn I … Continue reading Beat
Old, new. Stop, go. Turn here, turn around What used to matter before Is dead. Buried in the ground. Beauty, pain. Colour, stone. Buses intertwine with cars Count to three and it’s gone You’ve forgotten who you are Stop, then continue to go Start from the start Intertwine the new and the old To repair your broken heart. ~ Anna Shapiro Continue reading 2/14/13
I never thought of leyning – the ritual chanting of readings from Tanakh during synagogue services – as a possibility for me. As an Orthodox Jewish girl, leyning was supposed to be the domain of the boys. It was deemed immodest, non-halakhic, and – the greatest taboo of all – “Conservative,” for a girl (even as part of women’s tefillah) to read from the Torah. High school exposed … Continue reading When Torah Comes to Life
I was the yolk of an egg. I was starting to develop yet was completely trapped by the shell. People were always hovering over me like a mother bird hovers over her eggs to keep them warm and to protect them from harm. My loved ones thought they were doing the best for me by sheltering me and creating a barrier between me and the outside … Continue reading I Will Soar
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