Words The crisp dew of words, that sing in spring Jubilant is their ring. The soft gentle breeze of words which appease, please Leave tickles of tease. The blazing heat of words which incite, ignite, Defiant in their fight. The strong gale of words that wail, prevail, Woeful is their tale. The cold depth of […]
The Wind of the World For my grandmother you are under the earth I am on the earth with your body that is tired of carrying the wind of this world -a stone in the middle of my heart has been rolling without stop- I don’t know where you have gone the only thing which […]
Wedding “Hasty,” the judge mocked until he read the letter from the consultant, his jaded face changing to pity. We got the green light then, to marry in a hurry. We turned up in our jeans and limped through the ceremony – upsetting the officiating lady, determined to make this a special occasion. […]
Cleaving a Puzzle-Tree 1. I didn’t see my grandmother’s tree in Chile, araucaria araucana, though they grow tall there and are many. I must have walked under them every day, tripped over their seeds, but I didn’t think of her, oceans away, standing in a square of green, raking leaves around her monkey […]
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Fable When I look back I seem to remember singing. Yet it was always silent in that long warm room. Impenetrable, those walls, we thought, Dark with ancient shields.The light Shone on the head of a girl or young limbs Spread carelessly. And the low voices Rose in the silence and…
