The Aunties - by
They had the gift. Hidden about them
like a penny at the bottom of a pocket.
superstition
Scotland - by
‘We’ll pay for it, we’ll pay for it, we’ll pay for it!’…
Or L’infante De Salamanque… - by
I
/
/ Noli me tangere, telle est sa devise,
/ Et j’ai gardé la haute main sur la douceur.
/ Elle anime ses flancs. Cet œil…
A Lesson in Light - by
It is my two-year-old daughter’s first total lunar eclipse. We light butter
/ lamps and offer special prayers. My father thumbs…
Tuna - by
Tuna you are the mirror of the blue
/ Tuna you are the pain in my veins
/ Tuna you are lord.
/
/ When I set…
The First Rule of Sinhalese Architecture - by
Never build three doors
/ in a straight line
/
/ A devil might rush
/ through them
/ deep into your house,
/ into your life
/ …
Wolf Shadow - by
They say my great-grandmother
/ The witch Sultana Urošević
/ Had a she-wolf’s shadow
/
/ By moonlight she never
/ Went out of doors
/
/ So no one should tread…
Observances - by
A boy row in a umman’s coatie –
/ In a man’s sark row a lassie:
/ Nor wash…
The Finished House - by
In the finished house a flame is brought to the hearth.
/ Then a table, between door and window
/ Where a…
Conscience - by
‘Twas a bonnie day – and a day o’ dule
/ The day I plunkit the Sawbath schule !
/
/ I wan’ert awa’…