Two of my poems, along with the work of many other poets, appeared in the current edition (Vol. 10, Vo, 1, 2023).
The editor is Esther Cameron, who lives in Israel. She is an old friend. The subject of the curent edition was announced as, "The Soul."
Consummation
A shriveled prune accepts its pit.
Mouse on a glue trap, why resist?
Phantoms burn; limbs toss and turn,
Face mind's mirror: who exists?
Silence is also communication.
Expect nothing at all from death.
God hasn't sent you a postcard'
Answer it! Answer it!
Nature's unsigned letter is enough?
Advanced age lacks consolation?
It's never to late to meditate;
What joy it is to finally give up!
The Soul
--for Esther Cameron
Everything is nothing to a star
Not to little you or me
With soul we thrive
Without it we flail
Even Leonardos nod
It's not in the pineal gland
With it we rise
Without it we fail
Martin Buber was right
Between us almost nothing yeasts
Despite lean and angry years
We're still at it
Whatever it is
It is
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