I don’t know how this will work. There is so much to discover. Apertures and light. A camera is a room, so is a stanza. A paragraph has no etymological connection to a room, a space to be inside, but it has a spiritual one. Here is what I am trying to say. I amContinue reading “10 Photos As A Beginning”
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Hell. Hold. Head.
I hold my child, and raise him as a Jew. I kiss his head; praise in Yiddish, his cleverness. Yiddisher kop, I say. Good Jewish head. The Palestinian child I see in my phone, headless. Behind my eyes. In my soul. Headless, small corpse.
Two Jewish Poems by Mordecai Martin
I started taking my writing seriously by taking poetry seriously, spending time in workshops and reading collections. I never published any poems. I never felt they were strong enough to submit, but I wrote them, including two that feel pressing today. One was my response to the Squirrel Hill shootings at the Tree of LifeContinue reading “Two Jewish Poems by Mordecai Martin”
The First Time I said Free Palestine
There is a truth we are not hearing, although it is everywhere. We dissemble it, we call it complicated and wall it off behind experts who never seem to name it. But truth is never too complicated to be understood. We ignore the people who speak the truth. We call them foolish, or too young, or too soft hearted, or too innocent and utopic, or too gullible or too ashamed. I’ve been called all that, when I say two words: Free Palestine
The Cleft; The Minyan
When I woke up to the war, my wife said, “I don’t want you to be upset.” I was still mostly asleep. “Uh oh,” I said. “Why would I be upset?” “Netanyahu has declared war.” I thought about this for a moment or two. “On who?” I finally ventured. “Palestine,” she said, as if itContinue reading “The Cleft; The Minyan”
Mordecai Martin, Writer 