
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
When we were tourists at Auschwitz we walked in line, silent. Words were unthinkable, irreverent, could not conceivably contain the Continue reading
She navigates stairs like shoaled water, punches down rising bread, pumps water into blue-speckled percolator. Cows milked, he pushes Continue reading
had hoped some would leave, rise above dirty factory gates, past plumes of smoke spewing from the cement plant. Continue reading