Bidding Thanks
by Yocheved Friedman This excerpt is taken from a larger personal memoir “Wise Lessons on How to Frame Portraits: Dust Jackets and Double-Sided Tape” I… Read More »Bidding Thanks
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Air the Shape of Hollows
by Yocheved Friedman Sometimes I can feel the things around me shaking The chair, the bed, where one wave of energy is exhaled Just as… Read More »Air the Shape of Hollows
This Isn’t A Real Poem
by Yocheved Friedman I am sometimes afraid to read poetry. Because more often than not, I come across words that I’d wished I’d conjured up… Read More »This Isn’t A Real Poem
New York City
By Yocheved Friedman I imagine nights in the desert are yellow, inscribed and inflected by the yellow sun that trolls on the yellow sand.… Read More »New York City
If Growing Up Falls Out of the Fishing Net on the Moon
By Yocheved Friedman When we had adjacent rooms, separated by hallway light, my brother and I played Go Fish after bed. There were midnight puppet… Read More »If Growing Up Falls Out of the Fishing Net on the Moon
A String of Knots
By Yocheved Friedman Superball Sunday People still have their Christmas lights out I miss my grandfather So American. The end of football is the… Read More »A String of Knots
“Winter Candy” in A Book of Winter Recipes
by Yocheved Friedman Winter is Only the warm memories Wind that tastes like mint and ice Burning nose tips and finger tips. Ground tealeaves and… Read More »“Winter Candy” in A Book of Winter Recipes
An Ode to the End
by Yocheved Friedman An ode to the end, when it finally came to pass. When the rubble and the dust settled and made the people… Read More »An Ode to the End
