Still Waters

excerpt

“I don’t feel comfortable talking to Mrs. Shaughnessy. I think she
pushed Curly into doing something she didn’t want to do.”
Nevertheless, the two nurses took the bus to the Shaughnessy
home on Saturday afternoon. Curly’s mother greeted them at the
door and ushered them into the sitting room.
“You both look wonderful,” she said as they made themselves
comfortable on the sofa across from her. “And Maureen, it’s so nice
to see you again. Where have you been hiding?”
Moe cast her eyes down and fidgeted with the crease in her slacks.
“I haven’t been hiding, Mrs. Shaughnessy. I just haven’t felt comfortable
coming around to see you.”
Tyne glanced at their hostess and saw her eyes open wide. “Why
ever not?”
Tyne held her breath as she felt her cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.
What did Moe intend to say next? Maybe they should
not have come. Oh God, don’t let her make a scene.
Moe leaned slightly forward. “I’m sorry to say this, and forgive me
if I’m wrong, but I thought you held it against us for what happened
to Curl … Carol Ann.”
The shock on Mrs. Shaughnessy’s face was evident. For a moment
she stared at Moe, then she seemed to struggle to find her voice. “Oh,
my dear girl, I did not hold anything against you … either one of you.
Why should I? Carol Ann acted on her own, I knew that.”
She looked down, fumbled for a handkerchief from her sleeve and
brought it to her suddenly moist eyes. “I’m sorry if I treated you
badly. I was embarrassed and ashamed. Such a thing had never happened
in our family, and it was so dreadful in the eyes of the church.”
She looked up, and Tyne saw that her lips were trembling. “Please
forgive me for the way I acted. You were always such good friends to
Carol Ann.”
Tyne felt helpless in her compassion for the woman. She wanted
to go to her and hug her, but she didn’t know how the older woman
would react to such a display of emotion. Moe, however, had no
such inhibitions. To Tyne’s surprise, she rose from the sofa and, going
quickly to Curly’s mother, bent down and enveloped her in a full
embrace. They clung together while Tyne watched through her tears.
She dried her eyes and squeezed Moe’s hand as her friend resumed
her seat. She hoped Moe knew how grateful she felt.

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Twelve Narratives of the Gypsy

THE VIOLIN
The light came and the young man
recognized himself
~ D. Solomos


Their hands reversed your dress that excited
their fantasy. In your royal gown they defiled you,
the glorified, and they condemned you, the master.
~ V. Hugo
In each child, in each dawn, the holy imagination
is reborn
~Lenau


Day and night my mind
became such a sea wave.
Men of different races
call me a gypsy; the gypsies
call me of a different race
the workers call me lazy
the golden-hearted cry for me
the revellers don’t want me
the healthy called me invalid
the invalid called me clown
dreamers looked at me with
strange eyes as if I started
an improper, foreign dream
as I pass the ghosts despise
my body and like a curse…

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Hours of the Stars

Argo
Ship weaved
on the abyss of our hands
ship lost
in the angelic sound of two hasty arms.
The North wind engaged
when we emigrated to the shores of the universe
holding in our arms the Epitaphios and
the Athesterean.*
Who with his finger showed us
the royal manner of the horizon?

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Medusa

Target
Ahmed rolls up the shutters of his shop
enters darkness
his flashlight lighted
gazes around the meagre supplies
covered by dust
needs to clean up before he opens
for the neighbourhood customers
places the flashlight on a shelf
grabs a piece of cloth from the counter
suddenly, the familiar hellish sound
pierces his ears: guided smart bomb
blows two stores next to his
ground recedes, firms up, trembles
like Ahmed’s legs, hell on earth
recommenced, a defence contractor’s
smart weapon has found its target

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