Plumes from two chimneys opposite the café mingle, become each other. I know what the smoke says. I know that life is nothing but a brief wisp. For now, we’re together shooting the breeze, intermingling like the smoke that is a white shawl over the shoulders of the invisible goddess of the cold, keeping her warm. … More »
What do any of us know about our parents, separate or together? My mother kept the house in order, prepared food, wore the epinetron smooth rolling the threads, the skeins of daily love. She wove our clothes, played knucklebones, snakes & ladders, lined up with other women at the well, walked home balancing the vase on her head as she balanced our family, the oikos. Like most parents she…… More »
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