THE ROSE TREE

THE ROSE TREE

THE ROSE TREE Shelly and Minica brought me a gift oh, not a beautifully wrapped present as they are wont to gratify me with tokens of their sisterly love   No, this time, they gave me something that can only be defined as otherworldly, magical, straight out of a fairy...
WHEN THE SEA TURNS INTO A DESERT

WHEN THE SEA TURNS INTO A DESERT

WHEN THE SEA TURNS INTO A DESERT Mamica mia, this new year without you is like a magnificent sea suddenly emptied. Vanished are its limpid and iridescent blues its splendid turquoise, its reflective greens, that are the changing colors of your eyes gone too are the...
SALISBURY, EARLY 1950‘s

SALISBURY, EARLY 1950‘s

SALISBURY, EARLY 1950‘s you’re sitting with Shelly and Minica at the photographer’s studio the picture is in black and white you have never been more beautiful, Mamica people say you resemble Deborah Kerr but I find you even lovelier, of course, I’m your doting son,...
THAT PICTURE OF YOU

THAT PICTURE OF YOU

THAT PICTURE OF YOU Mamica, I look at you and you stare back at me no words exchanged yes I’m repeating myself because I want to prod you to … to what?  Do I have to explain? just your smile, that magnificent smile which is the envy of every woman that broad...
REMEMBRANCE OF A CORRECTED PAST

REMEMBRANCE OF A CORRECTED PAST

  Mamica had read the following poem years ago and came back to it occasionally   REMEMBRANCE OF A CORRECTED PAST    When poring over the yellowed photograph of a radiant and beautiful woman, bringing it to your lips, you play the alchemists, changing its...

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