Echoes of Tattered Tongues: Memory Unfolded

My wife Linda and I were showing Chicago to her brother Bruce who was visiting from the east. We were driving around the University of Chica...

Polish Mushrooms I remember my mom once opening a plastic bag with dried mushrooms that came all the way from Poland. She put the...

Tens of thousands of Poles in Eastern Poland were killed between 1943 and 1944 by Ukrainian Nationalists working with their German colle...

The First Poem I Wrote about My Parents I've been writing poems for about 37 years now.  I started when I was in grad school at Pur...

Me and Whitman Today is the anniversary of the first publication of Leaves of Grass back in 1855. This book was my bible, my pal, ...

Coming to America When I asked my mother what we had when we came from the refugee camps in Germany, she shrugged and started the list: so...

Today is the first anniversary of the death of Elie Wiesel, Holocaust survivor and author. Here is a poem I wrote last year when I he...