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Poems for the Cruelest Month

By Francesca Hyatt | April 19, 2022

All of the intensity and unpredictability of this season, the surges of hope and terror, the stirring of memory and desire—word images, symbols, and sounds arranged in rhythm, engaged in elegy and mystery may be our best bet for helping us hold it all.

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Blossoms (Hadeish Yameinu)

By Jodi Eichler-Levine | April 29, 2019

How do I reclaim a holiday of liberation when I feel like I’ve spent the last year entrapped by a frightening cloud of uncertainty?

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Dear Cruelest Month: Spring Isn’t Arab

By Jennifer Mackenzie | April 24, 2015

Once upon a time we lay in bed trying to imagine what shelling sounded like. We being me and the man I loved. Ah, those early days of my Orientalism…