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Market Those huge platters on their heads on which everything is placed accurately, each small red pepper, prawn, each orange─each arranged in piles so tall they defy gravity─ avocados, crabs, dried fish of silverish brown, or one great yam, thirty pounds, dirt brushed, counterbalanced in a kind of aquarium. A woman approves me with a fluent grin and offers her light basket for my head; I walk a yard, tottering awkwardly. The unremarkable commonness─ a beauty shaped by women's hands. | Photo: Rachel Eliza Grriffiths |
Family Secrets Calvin─she was too young, just eighteen, & he was too dark, too too dark, as if he had been washed in what we wanted to wipe off our hands. Besides, he didn't come from a good family. He said he was going to be a lawyer, but we didn't quite believe. The night they eloped to the Gotham Hotel, the whole house whispered─as if we were ashamed to tell it to ourselves. My aunt and uncle rushed down the the we couldn't imagine his hands on her! Families are conceived in many ways. The night my cousin Calvin lay down on her, that idol with its gold skin broke, & many of the gods we loved in secret were freed. |
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a Letter: About Snow for Chana Bloch and the nun who runs the house told me to look at my face in the mirror. I did, but the only thing I keep seeing is the face of Snow, the huge sheep dog. He's so frightened, they can't let him off his leash! His human eyes, long-suffering, like a saint who's forgotten how to smile. I hear the breed is naturally shy, and this one was abused by his previous owner. No wonder he backs away! But to see a creature so large─120 pounds─so timid. Once, they say, scared by a deer, he broke his leash and ran. A mile away a woman stopped with her pickup and he jumped right in! Who knows why the frightened make decisions! Today I jogged with him, his thick rangy self leading the way. Now we're sitting in the shade by the community house while I write this letter. |
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