VERNON WARING : the princess is in the tunnel
BARBARA QUANBECK : The Look in Mama's Eyes
JOHN SELAWSKY : Pesce Bella
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VERNON WARING
the princess is in the tunnel
at summer's end, she is in the fabled city of light, drifting in a romantic evening of soft breezes, streets majestically lined with trees, the brilliant and luminous eiffel tower... she is thinking of those she turned against, people she had once trusted, admired, adored, loved - and then spurned - her mother, husband, sister, brother, friends, each one falling away like those endless bouquets presented to her at state visits...bright, beautiful flowers, their petals dropping, dreamlike, from her arms, falling like little pieces of flesh floating lazily to the ground she faces the tunnel now, fearful that she might disappear in the cavern of lights, the glistening mercedes, almost airborne, moves at a furious speed, she ends up trapped in the car, slammed against a wall, she does not even know, in this moment of profound loss, that she has no voice to speak, to call out, to plead, her eyes fluttering wildly at the lights glaring at her in the tunnel
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BARBARA QUANBECK
The Look in Mama's Eyes
Too often we neglect to open the blinds before the bell tolls, singular shortsightedness, what can be sensed, but not seen. Eyes seem to speak in a universal language, lashed to the window of the soul. Mama's all about soul. Mama's got eyes that tango and waltz, and sometimes spring leaks, tendrils of saline blushing aged cheeks. For in the depths of Mama's eyes lies a wasteland of broken dreams, her irises damming the tears that glimmer behind just out of sight, a hunger for dessert merely ogled from a distance. Mama catches me watching her, and she smiles, her eyes living sapphires. Behold the invisible.
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Pesce Bella
Near Naso, Sicily the fishmonger bellows pesce bella, pesce bella on Easter morn. The slow traffic going past without stopping. Though the faces turn to stare, the silent laughter starting and abruptly gone. He sees the mirth as waves, rising, falling. Still bellowing and flapping his arms, still holding up the head of a swordfish. Using it to parry and thrust at the cars and small trucks going past, waving it at the families overcrowded into their Fiats and Exports, lifting it high overhead: shining, shining, the fish head held high in the bright sky and the world all around him moored and shining fast.
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VERNON WARING : the princess is in the tunnel
BARBARA QUANBECK : The Look in Mama's Eyes
JOHN SELAWSKY : Pesce Bella

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