Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

He stood up and braced himself against a crate and unbuttoned his trousers. He had to relieve himself, and this was a good place. Even th...

When my mother was dying, she insisted for a long time that she could beat death. She had survived the murder of her family by the...

Road of Bones :  That's the title of my forthcoming novel (Červená Barva Press) about two German lovers separated by war.  It's se...

I first heard about Janet R. Kirchheimer and her project to make BE*HOLD, a documentary focusing on poetry dealing with the Holocaust, ...

Life Story He was born in a refugee camp in Germany in 1945. He was 1 pound 8 ounces.  He was  a leaf of grass. He was lovely. He...

I saw an article at the  NY Review of Books Blog  about whether or not war is coming.  The piece is called "Birds of War" by C...

Polish Literature and Me Polish Literature and I have had a stormy relationship.  For much of my writing and reading life, I wanted n...