Tag Archives: Marsha Barber

RawWhat use is poetryexcept to sayour hearts hidein safe houses—burned alive,in kibbutzim—babies slaughtered, fed to fire,in the desert—girls raped near corpsestortured and defiled.What use is poetryas captives liein their blood,no light, no warmth, no balm.We stumble throughthis darkness,ruined, rawour only hope—to clutchour bloodied pens.First published in Am Yisrael Chai anthology, ed. Rabbi Menachem Creditor, 2023SuicideContinue reading “3 poems by Marsha Barber”