Mike James: Swimming in the Rain
no lightning warns her from the river so she swims on and on, across the rain little more than drizzle not as strong as the water she’s in … Continue reading
April 14, 2016 · Leave a comment
Chana Bloch: Fortress
. Silence is a strenuous language but we have chosen it. A shut door, a shrug, stone upon stone. . The stones have a history. They were pulled from the … Continue reading
June 12, 2015 · 2 Comments
Chana Bloch: Death March, 1945
. “There was a muddy ditch at the side of the road where the road took a sudden turn. If I could jump —.” Five Muselmänner abreast, the trekking dead, … Continue reading
February 2, 2015 · 1 Comment
