My poem “O, Israel” was published…

Written by

in the November 2026 Issue of 2505 Magazine,

You’ll find it on page 32.

Or , you can read it here:

O, Israel

I.

Equally the morning comes

soaking up the wetness

and mixing in the sunlight

so the grove adds a micron

to its rings and stands back,

admiring a new creation;

drupe-eyed

olives glisten over the dew

settling like a wet sheet

on bodies

with closed eyes.

Limbs failing, fail.

Fingers grasp the air.

A bulldozer rakes oblivion,

from a gaseous mist and there –

a modern state

with swimming pools

and safe rooms.

Are you present, God?

II.

The moon may gallantly shine across a harvest field of wheat

when a dove cuts across the sky and lands suddenly at your feet.

It will flap its wings in the sands and throw a rain cloud at your head

Prince of stomp and warble song. This is what it said:

Put aside your “me first” talk and walk straight into the night.

Throw yourself at the mercy of the stranger you would fight

Sing:

Let us be enemies

who keep

no record of wrong.