The Witching Hour This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Sadly delivered and graciously held,

The Yiddish one's constantly kvelled,

suffering sweet and health sour,

grace the bosom in the witching hour.



Tragic comedy and soulful hate,

the beginnings of a time so late,

Golden stone so bleak once of,

Turn the endings of a maddening love.



Flimsy strength and riled calm,

Leave marks of singe upon the palm,

ribbed stripes of yellow and green

leave the marks of a war told but unseen.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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