Still life with silverware
Memories of nights, when afterwards I walked through lilac-scent, and black- bird melodies, are pewter in our silver- ware, a nail that snags my socks; it’s a nagging dream of […]
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And my name’s forgotten
At night, I still remember hearing him, my good husband praying, while they, our closest neighbors drank and fornicated. But yet in togetherness we tilled the land side by side […]
Lilacs smell goodbye
At spring when there is lilac in the air: a scent so sweet to bring me back to end of school: we hugged and promised: it’s not goodbye it’s called […]
Stop the rush of spring
When we got closer to the sea we saw how the chill of winds over water had made the spring progress a little slower. We felt like gaining back some […]
A lily pad within
Metamorphosed, by a pine marten’s brush, she was watercolored smooth, then scalpel sculptured, a lily formed, to model muse, a she for she, a pioneer Postulated penis envy, contradicted with […]
