sculpture garden…

sculpture garden
the cling of white
to her mittens

 

published in Stardust Haiku – Issue 13: January 2018

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sunlight ebbs…

As I reflect on my grandmother’s life, I was reminded of this haiku that I wrote for Mother’s Day last year in remembrance of her daughter, my mother.

 

sunlight ebbs
through drifting clouds
I think of my mother

 

declina il sole
attraverso nuvole vaganti
penso a mi madre

 

*translated by Eufemia Griffo

 

Published on Memoire di una geisha on Mother’s Day 2017

Also published in the e-book Madre Mother

old mix tape…

 

This was written about a time when a chapter in my marriage ended and a new one began. Today it takes on new meaning as my grandmother died yesterday, peacefully at home, and was a musician and teacher for almost all of her 99 years. 

 

old mix tape
our first love song
our last

 

vecchia audiocassetta
la nostra prima canzone d’amore
la nostra ultima …

*Translation by Eufemia Griffo

Published on  Memoire di una geisha – 1/1/18

2018

Several authors were asked to contribute to a list of “What We Are Looking Forward to in 2018”. My own contribution became bittersweet last night as the grandmother whose 100th birthday I was hopeful for will no longer come to pass. I hope though that this compilation will be as inspiring and thought-provoking as it was to me. All authors are listed at the end.

To all a happy year of peace and health,

Tia

 

Published in Lost Paper curated by Zee Zahava

deep winter…

deep winter
unopened love letters
in the fire

 

cuore dell’inverno
lettre d’amore sigillante
dentro il fuoco

 

 

*draped in shadows
my body
on top of his

 

coperto di ombre
il mio corpo
sopra il suo

 

 

*manic depression
I walk through
foxfire

 

depressione bipolare
cammino attraverso
la bioluminescenza

 

 

**the last notch
on the doorframe
twilight

 

l’utima tacca
sullo stipite della porte
chiaro di luna

 

Published in Incense Dreams 1.3 – edited and translated by Lucia Fontano

*Editor’s Choice – in the Cave of Resilience (grotta della resilienza)

**Editor’s Choice – in the Haiku Cave (grotta dello haiku)

flash: Red

In my wardrobe there is one great oddity: a red fleece nightdress with Scottish Terriers going this way and that all over it. Most everything else in my closet is unobtrusive, passive if you will. Consequently, this strange garment sits in my closet like an out of place exclamation mark. My mother would have loved it. She was a flamboyant woman with bizarre taste. A paisley French scarf with a zebra striped shirt wouldn’t have been the slightest bit unusual. The winter after her passing, in the curious state that grief proved itself to be, I remember being fixated on the idea of purchasing a nightdress. I had never owned one before and it became almost a frantic necessity to have one. While scrolling through various styles online I came across that particular print. Oh, the sly smile and chuckle it elicited. It was the antithesis to my state of being. I don’t know why, years later, it sits in my closet, unworn and mostly forgotten, except that it reminds me that maybe there might be a little of my mother in me after all.

 

*this is a piece of flash memoir that was published back in October on the blog Lost Paper curated by Zee Zahava, editor of brass bell: a haiku journal

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*TW: the following content contains references to sexual abuse

 

she tells me
the size of his penis
hello puberty

 

breakfast with grandma
the trust fund
stays open

 

ballet every day
her pipe dreams
in me

 

playing Brahms
her sincerity
off-key

 

ptsd
the echo
of her laughter

 

french tipped nails
waiting in line
behind her priorities

 

nakedness
I always knew
they were fake

 

daily backrubs
she teaches me
how to moan

 

personality disorder
I cannot escape
her shadow

 

post-mortem
my children
out of her reach

 

Scryptic Magazine: a magazine of dark art – edition 1.3 December 2017

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