
YOUR FATHER, YOUR MOTHER by Mary di Lucia
She is your mother. That is the truth of the image: she is your mother and thus the child there, with the milky eye, the face half in shadow, must be you? But is it you? It is a you you do not remember, nor is it a moment you remember; it is a small child in woolen leggings, pulling at the hand of a … Continue reading YOUR FATHER, YOUR MOTHER by Mary di Lucia