Mama Culiţa
She washed her hair with leşie she brewed at home by simmering ashes. She combed her hair in the sun with kerosene from the lamp. She wove her own…
Between Lakes
I used to sneak off with a folding chair down the hill, some evenings, to the edge of the inlet between lakes, and just sit there. It was…
Eurydice’s Revelation
after Rodin You never loved me. If it were really me whom you adored, not just the sound of your own voice, you should have been able…
The Children’s Theatre
He was walking in the woods when he heard that laughter, those exclamations, that joy. And what to do but stop, heart thumping, and listen to the children’s voices…
Safety Concerns
Are you an immigrant, asks my son’s teacher when I drop him off. Perhaps I seem a little harsh, I walk too quickly, my teeth aren’t right. He…
Ode to Polish Forests
As soon as we saw you in the movie we knew you were where the Jews were buried which we find out they were and when you illustrate the…
The Trees Having Tea above Me
—they have known each other forever grew up together, and so one tree would comment and the others would heartily agree and a few would laugh and there was…
My Eden Story
My great-grandparents were hounded out of their native lands; no streets were named after them in those lost-named Slavic towns where they left everything, nor in Argentina where the…
We Can’t Breathe
I used to believe it took so much to kill without a bullet. I didn’t know the hollowness of bodies, how hands can lunge and it can…
Gypsy Girl
I played with her at school because no one else would and because she had only two dresses, one striped, one plaid. And because my mother said, You be…