Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

My Parents' Experiences as Polish Slave Laborers in Nazi Germany and Displaced Persons after the War

Monday, March 30, 2020

The End of the World

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The End of the World My father used to say this all the time.  As a joke. He had seen the world end once before with his own eyes.  He...
Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Self-Quarantined

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Self-Quarantined That’s me.   I’m self-quarantined.   I was pretty much there already given the health problems I’ve had during th...
Monday, March 9, 2020

My Mother and Her Wheelchair

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My mother couldn’t walk for the last five years of her life. She had terrible arthritis in her back, and she couldn’t stand up straight ...
Tuesday, February 25, 2020

Stuff Gets Lost

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Stuff Gets Lost In his book about kayaking around the South Pacific, travel writer Paul Theroux offers at one point a list of what’s been ...
Friday, January 24, 2020

My Mother and the Wolves

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Friday poem: My mother grew up in a forest in Eastern Poland.  She could hear wolves howling in the winter, and she listened to her mother...
Thursday, January 23, 2020

No WiFi!

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No WiFi! It was one of those things.  My WiFi was working perfectly.  I was watching a YouTube on my TV of a yoga instructor named Adrienn...
Saturday, January 4, 2020

Stop the Presses

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Stop the Presses! True Confessions for some reason is selling for less than half price on Amazon.  That’s $5.33 a copy with free shipping!...
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John Guzlowski
I was born in a refugee camp in Germany after World War II, and came with my parents Jan and Tekla and my sister Donna to the United States as Displaced Persons in 1951. My Polish Catholic parents had been slave laborers in Nazi Germany. Growing up in the immigrant and DP neighborhoods around Humboldt Park in Chicago, I met Jewish hardware store clerks with Auschwitz tattoos on their wrists, Polish cavalry officers who still mourned for their dead horses, and women who walked from Siberia to Iran to escape the Russians. My poems try to remember them and their voices. These poems have appeared in my chapbook Language of Mules and in both editions of Charles Fishman’s anthology of American poets on the Holocaust, Blood to Remember. Since retiring from teaching American Literature in 2005, I've written two new books about my parents. My new poems about them appear in my books Echoes of Tattered Tongues (Aquila Polonica, 2017) and True Confessions (Darkhouse Books, 2019).
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