Michael Kagan

Michael is a poet and entrepreneur living in Jerusalem. His father died on 18th Kislev (18th December 2016) the very same day as the big massacre that took place in his hometown of Navarodok in 1941, that signified the end of more than 600 hundred years of Jewish life. At the age of 13, he was forced to work in a labour camp. In the awful winter of 1942, he escaped into the forests to join the partisans but had to return after falling into freezing water. As a result, his toes were amputated. In Sept 1943, he escaped with the rest of the camp via a 200-meter-long tunnel. In 2014 he had a stroke that hit his mind with instant dementia. He raged in Yiddish as he seemed to relive the nightmare of his youth and continuously tried to escape.

Poems

My Father’s Long Crawl to Freedom

My Father’s Long Crawl to Freedom My Father’s Long Crawl to Freedom The plate hit the floor. The shit hit the fan. The blood hit the brain. The mind hit the wall. My father hit his end. My mother hit the phone. The doctors hit the meds. Dad hit the Read more…

By Michael Kagan, 6 monthsDecember 1, 2022 ago