I belong to a Holocaust Survivors email list that travels around the globe online helping Survivors find other Survivors. More than six years ago I received an email about a young man who wanted to start a library in Cracow, Poland and needed help filling the shelves with Jewish books. Seems he was raised Christian to save his life. Finding out [...]
Everyday, somewhere a child
stares out a window
Waiting…
for Dad to come home.
It doesn’t matter what kind of work he does
(though a fireman or race car driver would be great).
It doesn’t matter how much money he makes
(though getting a new bike is better than not).
It doesn’t matter how tall he is or [...]
*Give a warm welcome to guest author Ed Medeiros
All rights reserved. ©2010 by Ed Medeiros
I could go on about the guy who was soda jerk at the largest department store in Rhode Island. How ever spring my Mother would drag me to this store to get new clothes as was the custom with Portuguese people at Easter time, [...]
He was part pirate
Benny, Sara, Nusha
Part protector, all black marketeer
Observant, deceptive, courageous
And in this life, he might have been
A CIA agent, a CEO, or Sean Connery
In Gold Finger
But it was then, and that was that
Choices none, so…
He wooed them – Nusha and Raia
With potatoes and chocolates
Because he could not find food
For trade or barter
Though [...]
Yiddish was our language. It was the only common known language Jews spoke to each other throughout Europe. There were two dialectics – Litvak and Glitzeaner. Mom spoke one, I spoke the other. I had two names – Sarinou and Saralle (sweet Sara and little Sara). Mom and I spoke only Yiddish to each other. [...]
*Give a warm welcome to guest author Jeff Sambur who can be reached at Jeff Sambur <jeffsambur@gmail.com>.
All rights reserved. ©2010 by Jeff Sambur
In November 2008, I traveled east from Colorado to New York City to see my almost- 90-year old, cancer-ridden father. The purpose of the visit was to make peace with my dad, for there [...]
Once…
I was witness to a crime.
A crime perpetrated by a Mother
Upon her children
In the name of justice.
Feelings…
She couldn’t deal with
She tossed aside
Like laundry thrown in hampers
Used, dreary, dingy…
Dumped them instead
On her children
So they could bleed for her.
There’s no strength
In staying a victim
In collapsing on your children’s souls
Without their permission.
Abuse…
Like verbal rocks
Through picture [...]
He is sick now
Just like she dictated everyday,
And at forty-seven
He looks eighty.
He tries to care
To get by
Like the rest of us
But schizophrenia gets in his way.
Leftover from a childhood
He sometimes puts aside.
Sometimes…
But hardly ever forgets.
And I remember standing
In the corner of
A whisper green living room
At midnight
Scared to death.
His older sister
Only twelve myself
Couldn’t save him
[...]