Home Page Featured Blogger Post

Martin Buber Today

    this date, 47 years ago, martin buber passed away in jerusalem. he was 87 years old. i regard martin buber as the greatest jewish philosopher since baruch spinoza in the xvii century, and not unlike...

on being a prophet

saints are poets gone astray. we restore sanity in the world by restoring poetry to the world. we must demand of the saints to stop corrupting our poetry, and if they don't, we must...

NOLA: Snapshot of a City

Musicians tune their instruments and set buckets at their feet, artists hang their paintings and "cash only" signs on the iron fence surrounding the park and the bells of The Cathedral-Basilica of St. Louis...

Holiday Grace

One of the Family Frederick Cotman  1880   This week, instead of memorizing a poem for the Mnemosyne Weekly, I'll be spending time with family. But I'd still like to share a poem with you. No matter what...

Virginia Chase Sutton | Tiferet Community Featured Member

**Editor’s Note** It is with great plea­sure that we share our newest fea­tured mem­ber of Tiferet!  You can learn more on all featured members by clicking here. If you would like to be fea­tured...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Seventeen (Sappho)

  Sappho Willis Barnstone I was overcome by a wild sort of joy earlier in the week when I realized that if I ever get stranded on an island or out at sea without (God forbid) any...

The Mnemosyne Monthly: Poem Forty-Three (Shikibu)

This month's Mnemosyne poem, by Izumi Shikibu, comes from The Ink Dark Moon and is translated by Jane Hirshfield, who I will interview this upcoming summer for Tiferet Talk. If you're not familiar with...

Theatre of Dreams

The sun is my spotlight that One in the royal digs guides its way   But no one knows I'm in it no one is clapping because surprise you're in it too!   So let's put on a good show for our sparkling audience to...

‘Ishq (In English and Arabic)

'Rubaiyat' of Omar Kaiyyam, 'Hour of Grace,' by Edmund Dulac, Yale University Library Collection   Because your sighs have fermented my blood, I need no wine. My name on your lips is the longest Sura. I begin the...

After a Death, an Ant Reminds Me to Choose Life

A writer I admired passed away on Saturday, March 2.  I met Robyn Richey Piz in a class at Lighthouse Writers Workshop in Denver, and she invited me to join a writing salon.  I...