Do you remember how close you were to her when she was farrowing and she needed you her bawling drawing you out of bed a bad dream how you washed her vulva, soft warm water over your own hands how you scrubbed even your fingernails under your fingernails before […]
She’d say, Never have a child you don’t want. Then she’d say, Of course, I wanted you once you were here. She’s not cruel. Just practical. Like a kitchen knife. Still, the blade. And care. When she washed my hair, it hurt; her nails rooting my thick curls, the water rushing hard. […]
A navy blue nainsook patchwork quilt ready for love. The girl lolls across the bed. The knife sharpened against stone rests on the kitchen rack and snapper in the samburá anticipates its slicing. As her eyes flutter concentrating on brave ants, she waits for the one who’ll steal her loosened strands smelling […]
The man mending his net needle in hand net hung on its nail. The man mending his net thinks about the need to stitch pictures the fish that might escape through that rip. The man mending his net mends his world. The serious man expertly threads his needle with red line shoos away […]
Um corpo flutuava no mar de azeite e foi essa a maior lembrança de sua pouca juventude. Não era uma carcaça de navio nem era uma parte da floresta que havia se desprendido para o mar. Mas a sólida matéria que um dia Deus soprou o Seu espírito. Estava vestida de cinza […]
Colcha de retalhos em nanzuque azul de natiê pra mode de amar. A moça deita refestelada. A faca amolada na pedra descansa sobre o jirau e os pargos no samburá aguardando os lanhos. Enquanto acompanha com olhos flutuantes algumas formigas de réiva espera quem lhe roube o cabelo desfeito o tecido, cheirando […]
Homem consertando rede agulha na mão rede pendurada no prego. Homem consertando rede pensa na importância do remendo imagina que tipo de peixe fugiria por aquele buraco. Homem consertando rede conserta seu mundo. Homem sério enche a agulha com linha vermelha com total habilidade espanta o borrachudo cospe o náilon mascado dá palpites […]
I Google where I come from in Ireland, drag the orange man to street view and click the spin arrow over and over so I can see it all. I push the white circle as close as I can to the old house, wanting to sit the little man inside it. When I click on […]