Noon. The first bell scatters the pigeons. Chapel of the Magi, Mary’s ghost holds the ghost of a baby with all the tenderness of her transparent arms. Other women walk still between the columns of the cloister, their stone faces worn away, their thoughts their own at last. No one needs to know what words […]
Here is another who lost his face but he’s found his sheep. It must have wandered, who knows where or why. The sheep, too, lacks a face. You can see the matted wool on its back and haunch, the folds of the shepherd’s robe, the knotted rope at his waist— just not the faces, rubbed […]
Mother and Child, and Mother and Child
You who waited for thousands of years in the dark heart of your mountain. You in your hundreds, singing scratchy lullabies in your terracotta voices. You who cradled the mothers of our mothers, who held our fathers in the crook of your arms. Ancient as you are, each with a child at your breast. Your […]
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