Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

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

Friday, February 18, 2022

Maus and Me

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 Maus and Me You’ve probably been hearing a lot about Art Spiegelman’s book Maus recently.  His graphic memoir about the Holocaust was banne...
Thursday, February 3, 2022

Our First Year in Chicago

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  Our First Year in Chicago After working for a year on a farm outside of Buffalo, New York, to pay off our passage to America from the refu...
Saturday, January 22, 2022

Looking for Fun in the Pandemic

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 LOOKING FOR FUN IN THE PANDEMIC  One of the things I hate most about the pandemic (besides the fact that it’s killed millions around the wo...
Sunday, January 16, 2022

GODS

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  Gods  My God is God My God lives in heaven and He lives here In my heart and the hearts of those around me. His thoughts are pure and true...
Sunday, January 2, 2022

UNHAPPY NEW YEAR!

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Unhappy New Year? Let’s face it. 2021 was a mess. Despite the various vaccines and the masking restrictions and the social distancing, the p...
Friday, November 26, 2021

Happy Unthanksgiving and Happy Thanksgiving

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Happy Unthanksgiving and Happy Thanksgiving  You’ve heard this before, and you’ll probably hear it another hundred times this Thanksgiving H...
Saturday, November 6, 2021

A Visit to the ER

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A Visit to the Emergency Room Stabbing pains in my right hip woke me up that Monday morning. I couldn’t stand or walk. I’ve had some pain th...
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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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