ONE OF MANY

By Maria Teresa Garcia

I am the daughter of wise women. Goddesses, rebels, travelers, myth-and-troublemakers. A symphony of contrasts in flavors, textures, disposition, rank. Women schooled who laughed at taboos as they snuck out in the night to walk cobblestone streets, drink Scotch whiskey 

aged in oak, puff thick cigars from Havana. For some, sunglasses hid bruises. Gravity traced lines next to smiles. Stretch mark stories of birth and death. Archetypes, ancestors, sisters, mothers. Voices loud above the clamor. Lessons seared in my heart.

metamorphic rock

weathered layers

a whiff of gardenias