The Errant Vines

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The Errant Vines Artists - Philipa Mill House, 1966 by Philipa Shooting marbles in dirt left snail trails long enough to find the perpetually flaked house. Lines hung with blue collars from one identical home to another. Across a fissured road, cavernous wooden giants with blank open windows stood silently along the Mascoma. Smelling of Ivory soap and boiled chicken, Meme Ida would suffocate me in her hard-earned breasts, slip dry candies between my lips and call me Linda. My name is not Linda, still her conflicted Canadian tongue granted me a secret identity. At night, my ears covered by finch’s wings would hear ghostly looms droning. © Philipa 2006