Caraway by Maria Scala

A cold blast of air each time the door opened bell dinging, expectant smile: Are you from the family? As I packed the milk away from the meat I’d say no, and explain to the coiffed customer who’d already stopped listening. When I cut my thumb on the big slicer … [click for more]

Greek Rose by Maria Scala

I come back to the table and find you with a Greek rose. The waiter says, Only for a special girl. Outside on Carlaw we wait for the light to change you holding that napkin flower away from your body.   Copyright © Maria Scala.   – Maria Scala lives with … [click for more]