Adina Hoffman lives in Jerusalem. She is the author of House of Windows: Portraits from a Jerusalem Neighborhood. She has contributed to The Nation, The Washington Post, The Times Literary Supplement...
Author's note: The Saxon referred to in the fourth stanza is the anonymous author of the Anglo-Saxon elegy known to us as The Seafarer. It almost certainly wasn't written anywhere near Exmouth (my...
Ode to Enemies I love my enemies, with Neruda's affection. I cherish insults, epithets sarcasm; I pray, to be mocked -- abused -- its my redemption. I love all enemies, not only the weak ones who...
I feel like a little girl standing in the sun, beams shining full on her face, grin cocked towards heaven. For the first time in my adult life, I understand what spring feels like for budding...
Science say Our leisure activities Could definitely, Maybe, perhaps the Research shows certain Risk factors that cannot be So alarming when in the Throes of cocktails Served in smoky glasses That...
tears spill with my seed sewn in sand not soil Children fall and die, though, I can't hear their cries of woe nor blasts from canons Other than the one I grip, squeeze to diplomatically relieve...
Fear is a Rapist with papers-- Convicted sex offender-- So, keep your distance. Listen, I know-- I have a witness From the stars And evidence-- Exhibit A: My rectal scars. Fear is a Rapist--a vicious...
A Mermaid named Nala Met with Jessie the Rabbit To discuss what the Old Adage say. While sharing a laugh For each less than better half (Fixed Fools who were long drawn away), They pushed through the...
Two eyes show two streets separate. The one walks along normal, like it has a day to live out. The other mimics it. Forgets it. The other wanders about smelling its own sidewalks and imagining cars...
Please note than an audio version is now available below the text. I have a friend who says the "N": A Whiteboy who's crazy as sin. "What up my 'N'!?" when my call Reaches him. "Nothing much, Homey,"...
