Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

 Happy New Year My parents loved New Year’s Eve. They loved dressing up in their fancy clothes. For weeks, my mom would search the departmen...

 Robert Creeley I saw him read once.  In Chicago, in 1968 or 1969.  At a small private college.  North Park College maybe.   He was brillian...

  Czeslaw Milosz and  Czeslaw Milosz and Me   Milosz and I have had a stormy relationship.  For most of my writing life, I wanted nothing to...

 Christmas Letter 2023 I was looking over my old columns for the Dziennik Zwiazkowy and realized I haven't written a Christmas column.  ...

  CRUISING My wife and I have been cruising for almost 30 years.  We’ve cruised through hurricanes that kept us awake for days with their ro...

The Holocaust is Not a Myth Recently, I gave a talk at a high school here in Lynchburg.  There were about a hundred students in the lecture ...

 OUR DEATHS A couple years ago, I wrote a column for the Dziennik Zwiazkowy called My First Death.  It was about the first death I experienc...