Friday, February 26, 2010

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.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

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

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Monday, February 15, 2010

unraveling the dress of jadwiga

For Jadwiga
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

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Tuesday, February 2, 2010