Words fall out
from the mouth
of a foreigner
living deep inside meRead More
1 The day I went to Auschwitz it almost rained, but not quite. The sky and I were brave. We held back our weeping, untied our tears from our eyes only in gentle drizzle.
2. If these buildings could talk, they would scream.
3. I stepped lightly on the gravel, not wanting to put my weight on this broken land. I was guilty even touching door handles, grazing the walls with my numb fingers, or looking for a moment longer than necessary.Read More
The dark men of the forest
With soot covered hands
These men who speak in funny voices,
Screechy, squeaky and weak.Read More