sometimes I don’t write. Sometimes even though there are vast subjects tp write about, i don’t have words, or time, or attraction.  But lately poems about the holocaust keep spinning out of me.  The two best so far are in Minyan Magazine    

but there are dozens more – closets full of them, to coin a phrase.  

they are all from my past, hearsay and actual experiences that I have blocked out – unaware of trauma, but i have blocked out may things from my life and the holocaust was just one of them.  

what others could be of similar ilk?  getting locked in a closet with a boy in third grade.  getting  caught stealing in a department store, being excluded from a class event… Similar ilk in those are things one blocks out.