Religious Ego by Tony Ashenden

Gritty shell Church within an egg I watch the moulder of your stone In envy Of the subtle grain that clings together Unperturbed Disdainful of my changing face. I even see Your smoke washed splints of mortar Laughing into faces. Stilton memories I achieved And could not Stop the wooden green from going rot. Words…

Half a dozen of the other, or: Jew by David Bogomolny

Tassels swinging as they walk to the Wall on Saturdays;       perhaps not. It depends,       you know. Some wear frock       coats so you wouldn’t       know it;       plus- tassels probably don’t swing much under heavy polyester. I went abroad to teach a group of secular Jews       from Russia       in Georgia….