tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582997874621015158.post2809198103647622847..comments2024-03-25T05:57:05.813-04:00Comments on Morbid Anatomy: Art Opening at Observatory This Saturday: "All Sorts of Remedies" by Herbert PfostlJEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12838204584193436515noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582997874621015158.post-911923961001247352009-11-24T10:33:03.991-05:002009-11-24T10:33:03.991-05:00My Mother Prays for Death
She is the poet of dead...My Mother Prays for Death<br /><br />She is the poet of dead-ends, old despairs<br />written in whispers, beads slipping between<br />her fingers like peas dropping into soup. <br />In her hands, the rosary is a ring of bones, <br />yellow as old ivory, hard as living. <br />Her wooden suitcase holds nothing.<br />She doesn’t need what she leaves behind:<br />the empty house, the worthless bed, <br />the pictures she gathered over the years.John Guzlowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13052735138993479204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582997874621015158.post-36617237820928002632009-11-18T19:13:10.324-05:002009-11-18T19:13:10.324-05:00Stunning images!Stunning images!holly aka gollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04165342819918461245noreply@blogger.com