Eating in Silence

When we were tourists at Auschwitz we walked in line, silent. Words were unthinkable, irreverent, could not conceivably contain the Continue reading →

Farm Breakfast

She navigates stairs like shoaled water, punches down rising bread, pumps water into blue-speckled percolator.   Cows milked, he pushes Continue reading →

The Teacher

had hoped some would leave, rise above dirty factory gates, past plumes of smoke spewing from the cement plant.   Continue reading →