Poems by Cecilia Woloch
On Faith
... I think of my mother lying awake in those arms ...
East India Grill Villanelle
... We've come here in our summer skirts, heels high, ...
from Tsigan: The Gypsy Poem
... sies were incarcerated with Jews in the ghettoes of Bialystok, Krakow, Lodz, L'viv, Radom and Warsaw ...
The Pick
... I must have sat for a very long time on the split rail fence, ...
Burning the Doll
... I would never be sorry " not even when I was a bride, myself, ...
My Mother’s Pillow
... For years her hands were quick with thread and needle ...
Anniversary
... white-knuckled, gripping the just-lit taper, ...
