I can’t think of any juicy bits that, taken out of context, wouldn’t offend just about everybody. Let that be a warning to ya.
This is a play now, a one act I’m working on a companion piece for, both dealing with possession via reincarnation.
I took a long slow walk up the middle of the camp along the side of the railway line. The rain kindly disguised the tears that ran down m…
Then Russian soldiers invaded. The Germans fled, but not before they had set fire to the houses.
Oral History
How many times I do / remind myself / this isn’t home
The very noticeable, very mellow atmosphere is the first thing that catches me in Poland. It is so notable you could swear you crossed a definite ordinate line of some kind. I very muched enjoyed it and this poem is just to dscribe that mellow ambiance.
Silhouettes of passing figures wind between a web of streets / and under giant figs, / their shapes morphed in dark reflections / on the age…
My grandfather Meier Zable was Polish Jew who immigrated to Melbourne before WWII. The rest of his family died in Poland at the hands of the Nazis. A prolific poet, he wrote his last poem in Yiddish on the final page of an exercise book before dying from a heart attack. A line translated from this poem was: “I feel like I am a leaf, falling into eternity”
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