My mother in this place rests in the dabs and strokes of her Three Volcano painting. Rescued from oblivion and an evil stepfather who tried to drown the very idea of her. I cleaned it with moistened cotton swabs, gently washing tobacco smoke and dust decades old. My mother in this place drips red andContinue reading “My mother in this place”
Dearest Sister Annie, I am writing to you from Kona Hawaii on my third week as governess to her Highness Emma Rooke. She walks timidly on the land almost on tip toes hips swaying gently. I have never seen Emma Lani run, at least not on land. She skims from her beach chair to theContinue reading “The Legend of Kapo”
The river is filled with hippos. A fat lazy crocodile poses for Jeff’s camera.
It’s been nigh on ten years now since Mom died, I thought I would be done grieving. But she comes to me in my dreams, vivid, her hand on top of my head, saying soothing words, my port in a storm. Oh, that’s not to say she was some kinda saint. Patricia Ann Benjamin TeraContinue reading “A Woman of Magnitude”