Joseph Bau

The Parting (written inside Plashow concentration camp 1944)   Though our life together was so short,  I must leave now.  Sad and forlorn, I am going  to a fate ordained by these desperate times,  by a road unmarked by any signs,  to a  mocking destiny,  all set to welcome me. Read more…

My multi-pleated trousers bound to my bony hips by a shoelace, hiding the shape of my old belly, like a petrified lump of bread in a ragged pocket. Hunger has built its nest in my desolate stomach’s entrails. It has become fruitful and multiplied, filling my insides with thousands of Read more…