THE WINTER OF 1946-47 was long and cold in northern Montana. On Christmas Day my father pulled me on my brand-new sled to a neighbor's house, where we borrowed a load of firewood that we stacked on our back porch. I seem to remember that the thermometer r...
Twilight of the Gods (Raanana, May 2, 2019) Liberated from the shackles of human decency And the bonds of fundamental morality, Girded by Thor's hammer and Aryan superiority They rounded us up in the small hours of night When our innocense slept dreaming...
When Charlotte Salomon strode off this stageShe left behind her art that scribed her grief. Each gouache painting really was a page;A side that she had read in disbelief. Discovering that dear ones self-destroyed,It was her burden to accept this truth.Con...
