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Ophir Jacob Bitton was born in Israel to Moroccan parents.  He immigrated to the United States in 1978 as a child.  He writes about Jewish spirituality, culture, family life, nature and social justice issues he experiences as an attorney.  He has self-published a collection of poetry written about his courtship of his wife (Becoming Eyes, Aventine Press 2008), and his poetry has recently been published in the Jewish Literary Journal and Poetica Magazine.
East of Here poem featured

East of Here

Ophir J. Bitton Which way should I look, a question I should have never asked, the aim followed by the blast, parts parted before my eyes, nothing said from the shouting and the cries, why do I still stand, why, I do not understand nor any of it, for now, I cannot look.

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The Gift of the Invisible Book

Ophir J. Bitton There is a book with no pages or words, Its illustrations are windows, some looking out, Others revealing what is within Some of the pages are torn, smudged and incomplete Yet prose, poetry, humor, philosophy, and wisdom are scribed on each sheet Raw and simple, yet inexplicably deep and complex The chapters […]

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To Life

Ophir J. Bitton Where does one go from here, In abundant clouds of marmalade – mobility is futile and success is falling down, feet were meant to be planted in the ground, with posthumous roots sprawling like streams of water seeking independent routs to a common destination Yet to fall in triumph, the soul must […]

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‘Final Solution[?]’

Ophir J. Bitton Did you really think we could die, in ghettos, in camps, without food or water to quench, in chambers of gas, in places that burn, from words that defame, or bullets that pierce; Did you really think we would die, people enslaved who built wonders, who spent 40 years in the desert […]

Life Eve poem featured

Life Eve

Ophir J. Bitton A kiss my brother a hug my brother You have created yet another A life with the name we share, The name of our father, A brother to your children real Like me, like you, brothers are we A dream for him, the yet unborn, A life well spent, laughter, and more […]

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