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Review of Zichronot/Memories, A Journal by Dr. Jerome Lowenstein

  We admire some authors not only because of their writings but also because of the human being these writings reveal. It quickly becomes clear from reading the essays in Zichronot/Memories what an intelligent, humane,...

Madeleine L’Engle: My Writing and Spiritual Guide

I first met Madeleine L’Engle in a writers’ workshop she was leading at a New York City convent when I was trying to sell my first novel. She was very complimentary about my writing...

My Soul, My Sprite of Inner Light

It was a summer day. The afternoon heat had summoned clouds from crystal blue, and thunder rolled across the heavens as a reminder; the sky still had a voice. As I trudged onward, the...

The Mnemosyne Monthly: Poem Forty-Two (Doolittle)

Orchard H.D. (Hilda Doolittle) As noted last week, The Mnemosyne Weekly has now become The Mnemosyne Monthly, and we're moving right along to the forty-second poem. What a joy it's been to carry these poems around...

New Translations of Poems by Kabir

In The Target is Behind the Sky (Fifty Poems of Kabir) Sunil Uniyal brings to life the poems or “utterances” of the Hindi mystic Kabir.The translations beautifully evoke Kabir’s imaginative yet down-to-earth writings and...

Where Creativity Resides

Kishkes is a Yiddish—originally Russian—word for guts or intestines. My immigrant grandparents considered kishkes in a sausage-like form to be a delicacy that I never dared to taste.  My father, who grew up speaking...

Sleep Peacefully

Sleep peacefully, for everything is within My hands. Take your rest in the knowing that everything is complete; you are what you were meant to be and so rest in the fullness of your own heart— that is carried on...

Don’t Force Religion Upon Children: Let It Happen, A Little

Our temple cantor strummed a few chords, and before she could open her mouth, my 4-year-old son Simon did. “Bim bam,” he sang out. The cantor smiled, touched rather than upset that my son for...

Lunar Eclipse

I drove the streets, looking for the moon, the red moon. I couldn’t find it at first. The trees were in the way, the stoplights too bright. I drove west and west, found an open space, where the boulevard...
Phyllis Barber

Excerpt from In the Body of the Serpent by Phyllis Barber

This essay appeared in our Fall 2012 Print Issue. It is available for digital download and also in Kindle format.         The first snake I saw that wasn’t in the pages of the encyclopedias my mother...