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What Children Know of Immortality

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In a January news release from Boston University, Barbara Moran writes of a study led by Natalie Emmons that examined children’s beliefs about immortality. All of the children in the study claimed they could remember...

life dancing

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The dance. I begin to feel it. The dance floor has shifted, ever so slightly and my perspective is changed. My body begins to soften and respond, I am moved. My life partners and I, (meaning friends family...

The darkness cannot last forever

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The darkness cannot last forever. The night has always end. The force of evil is afraid of light and wickedness is melting on the sun of justice.
Emily Vogel

Excerpt from Is by Emily Vogel

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This poem appears in our Fall 2013 Print Issue 23. The full issue is available for download in high quality digital format here, or can be purchased for Kindle here.   An infant is a feeling like...

hope – by CD Chatlain

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always looking beyond. not to this. not to now. but to what may come. to what may lie just past this horizon. what form its object takes is no matter, but that something take...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Thirty-Two (Sōin)

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Martin Johnson Heade Blue Morpho Butterfly This week's selection is a haiku from the collection Japanese Haiku by Peter Beilenson. The poem is by Nishiyama Sōin, a Japanese poet of the early Tokugawa period. Sōin lived between 1605 and...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Thirty-Nine (Amichai)

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San Carlos Wildflowers John Fowler This week I've fallen in love with a new (to me) poet, Yehuda Amichai, whose selected poems I picked up at Half Price Books a few weeks ago and have been devouring...
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Excerpt from Last Minute Talmud Review by Yehoshua November

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The following poem appears in our Spring/Summer 2020 which we’ve decided to share not just with our paying subscribers but with our full community free of charge during these astonishing times. If anyone wishes...

Will You Be My Mother?

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I had been in Rwanda for a month, tracing the footsteps of the genocide in the ten thousand hills. This was my last morning, alone in the genocide museum near Kigali. The perfect place...

The Gift and the Payment

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It is a question that echoes in all worlds—from realms of the spirit to the material needs and exchanges of our everyday life: We are born to give and to serve, yet nothing can...