“Our sages say that Shabbos exists outside of time, that each day of rest and prayer and peace is but a taste of the World to Come. The Olam haBa is an infinite progression of Shabboses strung together, days perfectly stitched, whole and holy, into one splendid garment. From darkness to darkness like womb to […]
“A needle could go in, a hatpin with a pearl bead, a stray earring lost in the bedsheets. Or a monster could come out, like Athena blasting forth from the skull of Zeus, fully formed and ripe for war. Her rind of armor splits, juice and pulp gush…” Read more: The Pupil of an Eye
“My bare legs warble summerly songs. Songs we knew by heart in forbidden orange groves, beneath graffitied underpasses. Submerged, they sound like your deaf sister on a hot vinyl car seat…” Read more: Pie.
“He keeps calling me a saint. He keeps telling me It can’t be wrong if it’s true love.” Read more here.
“Wet eyes in kitchen light, feversmacked in through the window and out again galaxies spinning like so much confectioner’s sugar spilled…” Read more in the May 2014 issue, page 7: Bitterzoet
“I bury the remnants of my baby there. Now my fingernails are rimmed with soil instead of blood. Dark, brownblack threads after I wipe the mud away. I could embroider a little rabbit with them, a little rabbit burrowing into the underworld.” Read more: Blood
“I plant my hands on my hips and announce, “That’s stupid! Girls-can-do-anything-that-boys-can.” That’s what I’ve been told. And I believe it with perfect faith. It’s 1979. I have a full-color poster of Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman above my bed.” Read more here.
Anna Lea Jancewicz 