birthday party

boy with bouquet

i love the expression.
the gentle gaze.
the moment of expectation
as the small hands
hold the bouquet of roses,
almost invisible
in their cellophane wrap.

albergo, a roma

The light from the orange curtain
fills the room
as we sleep in the heat of summer.
Time suspended.

Echoes of footsteps ring in the narrow vicoli below,
continuous and unchanged.

Other people’s voices linger in the afternoon,
like lost memories.

The reflection now absent
from the gilt mirror,
The moment gone.

The room again empty,
the linens crisp, the floors polished,
Awaiting yet another guest,
Before the inevitable silence.


Ewa Monika Zebrowski

remembering brodsky

fugire

unraveling the dress of jadwiga

legacy

the dress of jadwiga

unraveling the dress of jadwiga

For Jadwiga
UNRAVELING
My grandmother’s dress hangs in my closet. Dark Green Silk Organza.
An evening gown. A dress from another era. 1935. A relic.
The dress has traveled across steppes, deserts, and an ocean. Through internment and war. In a suitcase.
I wish my grandmother’s story was embroidered on the dress for my fingers to decipher. Instead, I find holes, mold, threads.
The garment remains fragile with time and travel, pregnant with dreams and untold stories. Unraveling.
A legacy of a forgotten time. A legacy of loss and displacement. A remnant.
My grandmother’s dress hangs in my closet (unraveling)...

Ewa Monika Zebrowski

effigy

and then there were the stars, millions of them

dresses without history

vigil

la signora

moments

we do not remember days...

we remember moments.

cesare pavese

birds of paradise

remembering & forgetting

passementerie

the girl in the landscape

father and sons

my men

tomes

tosca

blanc de memoire