Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

Landscape with Dead Horses, 1945 In the end Hitler sat in his cold bunker and asked his soldiers about his horses, “Where ar...

Ikkyū  was an eccentric, iconoclastic Japanese Zen Buddhist monk and poet  (1394-1481).  A couple years ago, I wrote a sequence of poem...

My friend Anglo-Polish artist Mieczyslaw Kasprzyk  posted some of his family photographs on Facebook recently and wrote some remarks about t...

I just finished watching the Polish film Ida.  The film focuses on a woman and her aunt trying to find out what happened to their family dur...

I first saw him in front of the barracks. He was walking with six other prisoners, a German sol...

  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. ...