Blurred memory Well, a memory of a memory, VHS cassette black box, flip over JVC enter play. Countless kids A 2nd and a 7th dresses, checked shirts and two kabaâs Three large cakes Guyla from the album of the decade you know it Laughter, joy and claps from the gleeful audience behind the scenes Ahh … Continue reading Green fruity
31°c degrees maybe 32°c Red slippers, a plastic bag, that rasta hat – to cover the pealing and those permanent smiles. Salvador, Bahia. Boa tarde Hours of walking, could have been the beach or the market. Consumed with pre-carnaval bliss, we ambled on. The once icy water from a forgotten street vendor near Boa Viagem … Continue reading The Guy and his AvĂł
Why did she call you that? âHagazâieyâ Your mother that is. Was it your help with errands at home? Perhaps your courage and compassion was just what she needed as she mourned the loss of her infant daughter – your baby sis. Her âhagazâieyâ just the shoulder she needed Her rock. âHagazâieyâ Maybe it was … Continue reading “Hagaz’iey”: My sweet uncle Seltene
