
I can’t get enough of Sam’s poetry. It takes me to a dark and desolate place, but it also draws me in. I can’t read too much of it at a time. When it comes to Vaknin, tiny nibbles are better for you than large gulps.
In the Concentration Camp called Home
There’s more of his poetry here: http://samvak.tripod.com/contents.html
“When you Wake the Morning” – not “When you Wake IN the Morning”. Thank you for sharing my poetry and for your kind words. Why Does a Narcissist Write Poetry? http://samvak.tripod.com/narcissistpoetry.html
http://vaksam.tripod.com/journal1.html (my journal)
http://vaksam.tripod.com/sipurim.html (short fiction)
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Wow, In the Concentration Camp Called Home: so sadly familiar:(
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Yes, it is to me too. All his poems are so sad. 😦
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