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Author: TCN (Awarded by Sasha) |
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Date Posted: 15:41:54 01/25/08 Fri  New Light (Aunty Maria's Ashes) I dreamt today about Aunty Maria, she was floating ridgid as driftwood down the Icacos river dam, floating into those soft evenings of half darkness where light gathers on the rim of things as shadows cut shapes into the blue sky. I've had this dream before. Once, I called out to her through the charming two-tone whistle of the coqui frog, where the harmonics connected our voices with an invisible wire that encompassed the wailing creatures of the night. Sometimes I am certain she is happy, joined in the rhytmn of the rain that drips inconsistently under the white spill of the moonlight, beneath the giant ferns, mountain palms and orchids. And oh the muddy smell of orchids, life vibrating, pushing its way out of the damp ground. Her body has a memory, locked into a daze of images where starlights penetrate the clear threads of our conversations as the heaviness of our words edge into the wilderness. Their flight a certainty, a prolonged reflex of our last goodbye. Everything liquid begins to swirl like deep water, into sleep. When silence prevails, I taste Plantain, bitter, unripe, mashed and fried with garlic.There's a sweet, creamy and zesty undercurrent of rum in my mouth. Aunty Maria is still with me in that warm angle of light that holds the anola tree lizard where the unnamed remains of what it is to love, dwell. . [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |