The city that built an empire —

A little love poem —

Why I employed older jobseekers — I was sitting on my balcony enjoying the final hours of the day when I heard the ping on my smartphone. It was a message from the Human Resources department of my company. The two candidates for open positions in my team had accepted their offers. I was relieved; I…

A poem about friendship —

A poem —

A poem — Love has no time, nor room to dwell, no gentle caress to soothe the pain, gnawing at sinews, devouring hope, as they drain the last ounce of lost respite, allowing no rest, my slumber unknown. I slink across to an open window, of morning sunlight that leads me on, lowering…

A Jewish Perspective — “Killed as a result of enemy action.” Every day, as I took the shortcut to school along the cemetery path, I would stop to read those words, engraved on each gravestone above the deceased’s date of birth and the date of death, often just a few short years apart. Thus…

A poem