Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

  The Day My Mother Felt Good Monday she’d been crying a lot thinking she’d never walk again. It was the Jerry Lewis Telethon t...

My Mother's Dreams in Wartime The world burns before our eyes, and the smell of everything red is on our skin. ...

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...