“They crumpled and fell into the sea,” my grandfather once told my mother. *** They didn’t have faces until 2006, when I heard Jewish-Ukrainian-American poet Ilya Kaminsky read from his award-winning book Dancing in Odessa, at the Port Townsend Writers’ Conference. “my family, the people of Odessa, women with huge breasts, old men naive and…
storyteller from a foreign land
