Thelma
Wondering about her dreams,I sit in a stiff wooden chair and wait for the curtain to come down She breathes steadilybut without much convictionher mouth wide open, ready to call I say her name, but softly:I want to speak to her…
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September 2024
Last of her generation: now I’m looking down
Generations come, and generations go. I am now in the last generation – my family’s last, anyway. It is a strange feeling, looking down. I emerged into this state a couple of weeks ago, when my last aunt died at the…