only the catand immense quietis left in thishouse, the vibrantgathering of creativebeings, nourished infood and candles, chaosand squabbles, loveand wrestlings, scatteredbelongings and longingsmade real and now mythree beloved sons, atribe of artists havemoved into the city whereI have always wanted tobe, making their wayin a world, living intothe beauty of their voicesin every artistic waypossible, […]
she created beauty
in strife, aftermath
of genocide, she
escaped but the
heart does not cease
to know the lament
of the forefathers
and foremothers
of the old country
at eleven she made
paper roses, and
sold them in Cambridge, Mass
brought the reapings
to her family
at seventy-three, the year
before her death, she still
was bringing flowers to life
after my father died -
nothing could stop her
arranging living petals
into modern […]
