My Mother’s Hands
My mother’s hands were made of wool, or of silk that carried moisture like a seed, unlike the white coating of palm trees, the solemn snares of thorns and thistles,... Read more.
Empty Streets
We walk down the streetwith joined hands, twined hearts,staring at the darknessengulfing the closed shutters,shoppers trooping out of shops,mothers shouting at playful... Read more.