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2012 Writing Contest

TIFERET: A Journal of Spiritual Literature offers monetary awards in the categories of fiction, non-fiction and poetry.

Unanswered Prayers

“I cannot believe that, seriously!”….I shrugged my head in disbelief. I had very successfully interviewed for a job, in a place I really wanted to live. It was close to my family, in a...

My Work to Return

Let me suffer with kindness Oh Great Mother ! Curving toward you with my aches and pains Offering their release into the Universal container So that I may be free to engage with life as it is Let me...

Finding His Voice: Our Toddler Fills House with Jewish Song

It always sounds a little bit like Passover at our house. Nearly every day, our 3-year-old son sings Dayenu. He warbles it in the bathtub. He belts it out as he strums his ukulele...

Another Way of Knowing

There are many cultures that honor visions not only of their spiritual leaders, but also of ordinary people. For these cultures, such visions give meaning to their everyday roles and activities. In our contemporary...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Sixteen (Ōshikōchi no Mitsune)

Ōshikōchi no Mitsune  painted by Kanō Tan'yū This week's posting will again serve a dual purpose. In addition to announcing the new Mnemosyne poem, I'd like to also introduce the form, tanka, so that we may memorize...

Gratitude Alarm

“Boing!” That’s so loud. “Boing!” Even louder the second time, I think. “Boing!” A short pause after the third time, and then three more in quick succession. This is my “take your medicine” alarm, and there’s no...
Stephanie Pietkiewicz

Excerpt from Midwinter Spring by Stephanie Pietkiewicz

Stephanie participated in our April 2014 Poem-A-Thon. A poem written by each participant appeared in our Summer 2014 Digital Issue. Download and read all the participants’ poems. I had stayed too long. Pluto’s arms were cold...

Look Deeply

We have an essential desire to look deeply within, in an attempt to know ourselves. Once we start down that path we soon understand the need to connect that part of us that was...
Stephanie Cowell

Searching for Upgraded and Improved Versions of Me

I was under three years old when I had my first sinking feeling that I did not quite measure up to what I was supposed to be. There was a sadness in my tummy as I lowered my eyes. My world was full of tall, magnificent people who knew a great many things. How would I ever become like that?