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Apr 12, 2026, 11:56 PM

Someone, Kill Their God

A motorbike revs outside. My heart leaps. The rapid rising tremolo lifts like the opening notes of a siren. The choke kicks in. No, not this time. Just a dratted bike. I turn over in bed, but it's no use, I’m startled, primed...

Mar 20, 2026, 1:08 PM

I love watching them try to pound you night after night Their clumsy explosions at three in the morning again at four Those horn-dogs didn’t get the memo: you’re taken Half-showered hair dripping bathrobe clutched in one hand the other scrolling on your phone in the miklat you couldn’t care...

Mar 16, 2026, 3:19 AM

Space Cake Shabbes

It's a lovely shabbes dinner, the night before war. I don't think anything of the tray of blueberry muffins laid out for dessert. What surprises me is she bites into one. This girl who never gets high. “Had half,” she shows...

Feb 28, 2026, 8:16 PM

I needed something to get me off Instagram reels. Thanks, Donnie. The lid explodes from the pot. The dogs of war, slavering and loose. Reports of distant victories, thousands dead, distant denials of those same deaths. How can we believe the evidence...

Feb 23, 2026, 1:12 PM

Over my shoulder

I remember my own self-righteous lefty liberalism, but 20 years later, I can't sustain it: the globalized intifada is coming for me

Feb 12, 2026, 10:34 PM

I’ve been meaning to fix my jumper for weeks. A small hole in the shoulder. You know how they spool out. I really like this jumper. Better to patch it preemptively. When I go by Galia, the seamstress, she tells me...

Feb 5, 2026, 6:45 AM

Last Refuge of a Scoundrel

The rabbi at Sha’are Tikvah mentions the graffiti. Of course I’ve seen it. Turns out the artist is Israeli. Rabbi Raphi even knows the guy. Troubled soul, apparently. As antisemitic graffiti goes, it’s actually quite respectful. For a start, the setting. The soft...

Jan 23, 2026, 4:30 AM

You Have Won the Chanukah Lottery

A religious guy opens the trunk of his car and chocolate coins spill out onto the street. Dozens of them. Silver and gold. Jackpot! What looks more antisemitic than a black-hatted Jew spilling money from his car? Except Chanukah was weeks...

Jan 6, 2026, 1:39 AM

Just Because You’re Paranoid

A totally ordinary Sunday. Day one of our working week. The sun glints off little puddles, chill shadows cling to the sidewalks. At ten o’clock in the morning foot traffic is low; workers already invisible in offices, huddled over...

Dec 19, 2025, 12:28 AM

My Heart is in the West

My heart is in the West, and I am in the Middle East. How can I brandish the menorah with exile's anguish, when it softly glows at the hummus place, the makolet? How can I keep my promise, or ever fulfil my vow, when the diaspora is...

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Fascinated by the chaos and glory of life in Israel