- Sylvia. A Meditation.
I’m on a lawn chair, a giant green umbrella shading me. I’m half wrapped in a towel, the blond hairs on my legs spiked in response to the sea breeze. In front of me is a pool: armpit height water, warmed to just below body temperature, slightly salinated, deep blue. And in the pool is my Mum. Continue reading “I Come From My Family”