Poetry as Prayer: A High-Holiday Folio at Calul Journal is calling for submissions.This Substack is reader-supported.

On Easter Monday 2025 the poet and photographer Alexis Rhone Fancher lost her sister Debra to cancer.

As soon as I read the poetry of John Benditt, I thought of cubism and the paintings of Pablo Picasso.

No, I’m not going to write about ceasefires or foul-mouthed presidents.

Children are dying.

On this the eve of Lag B’Omer, the holiday of fire on our Jewish calendar, we at Judith offer you an entire folio of poems that deal with the heat, the flame, the many passions of fire.

Today is International Holocaust Remembrance Day.

Anyone who has attended Hebrew School knows that there is something magical about the Hebrew letters.

I was born in the shadow of the Holocaust; as a child it was all around me.

In the Blue Mist In the blue mist of an abandoned night highway between the beauty of the Givat Chaim mountains  suffused into a single silhouette against the night sky  and suddenly from the right th...

What I love most about poetry prompts is the way the prompt mixes with the personality of each poet to create something altogether new and remarkable.

“Take the candle.” the therapist tells me, “Carry it into your deepest body and shine the light in the hidden places, in the painful places.” My eyes are closed; my feet have been firmly grounded and ...

Welcome to the sensual world—the world of Deborah Leipziger’s poems, where the natural is born in the body, in the earth, in religion, in the mind and in the poet’s imagination.

In these days of darkness, days of war, our young dying and maimed, our citizens still in captivity, thousands killed in Gaza and Lebanon, thousands more starving, antisemitism running rampant, and th...

Thanksgiving.

We are human.

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