Voices / glasurja

Dec 15, 2014 by

Maami Babka always told me “beš banges, alje phenel vorta” (sit bent, but speak straight); in essence to always speak the...

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Thanksgiving Ghost Tree / palj...

Dec 1, 2014 by

The holiday season for Romani – speaking from the personal perspective of my own family – is very different. We...

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Thoughts/dumanki

Nov 18, 2014 by

This will be a little different post, I suppose. I’ve noticed myself reacting more to discourse including Romani stereotypes....

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Not That Kind

Nov 12, 2014 by

I was born into poverty. The aching hollowness of hunger; the hand-me-down clothes and too big shoes. Parents always working;...

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Poems & Prayers / giljutn...

Nov 5, 2014 by

Our words are our prayers and our poems and our songs. The constant admonition by non-Romani scholars that we do not possess a canon,...

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čhines laveha e dukh ačhel

Oct 30, 2014 by

“a wound from a word remains” For my family, words were everything. Not the stale stamped written word, but the...

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My Father’s Eyes / mro d...

Oct 17, 2014 by

“You have your father’s eyes,” they told me, scowling, as though I had come in the night and stolen them from him...

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Remembering / pametlivo

Oct 10, 2014 by

I remember the first time I spoke out, the word “Holocaust” stumbling from my lips and falling heavily on the table in...

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O Lajošis baro partizanos / La...

Oct 7, 2014 by

O Lajošis sas ciknoro. Sas baro mariben u phenďa kija peste: „Džava kijo partizana, chudava puška, murdarava paru Ňemcen u avava pale...

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Paljikeriben / Thanks – ...

Oct 7, 2014 by

Paljikerav tuke, Devla, vaš o jivipen, vaš oda, hoj som Rom, hoj jav tire dromeha savore Romenca. Hoj rodav lenge o čačipen baro, o...

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Stories / Paramisa

Sep 29, 2014 by

Stories were woven into my life like threads in a well-worn blanket. Muted colours of the fields, forests, and hedgerows blended with...

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Nomadic / phirduno

Sep 17, 2014 by

My memories are punctuated by hoof beats and silence. Some things I’ll never forget, no matter how much I want to, their...

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