Aunt Annie

Adilman, Mona Elaine

AUNT MIME ???? ELAINE AMMAN I still remember my Aunt Annie peering over the citadel of her reading glasses crocheting a wooly acreage of psychedelic afghan warm and furry. Her long,...

...The last time I saw my Aunt Annie she lay in a coffin in Miami, her quicksilver hands strangely stiff and uncommunicative clawed and curved inward vainly trying to grasp the teeming, mortal pulse...
...she exploded in raucous laughter and her big breasts rocked companionably on multi layers of aproned stomach over which the magnificent patterned afghan grew and prospered into a gush of green and yellow buttercup squares...
...I remember her hands blue-veined maps with vermilion tips wildly gesticulating a side-splitting story or family heirloom joke...
...Piece Work, will be published by Borealis Press...
...Her hands were mightily conversational animated gadflies scorning the folly of the world lighting king-size Pall Malls in an endless firey chain...
...Beat of Wings and Cult of Concrete...
...Swinging tides of humor rocked the kitchen where the odor of freshly baked chalah in its tawny cocoon hung like a golden canopy of fragrance in the air...
...Coronary thrombosis had stilled forever her blazing tongue contorted her fingers like dead roots of a tree gnarled and withered directionless in the empty air — but I remember the joy the giving, the fulness wild orchids of song and the blossoming flesh...
...of compassion and vitality a lexicon of life with the aromatic sweetness and sparkle of full-bodied Passover wine...
...Aunt Annie" was Annie Adilman Goldstein, a longtime resident of Springfield, Massachusetts, who died in 1951...
...Spendthrift of love and dialectics she talked incessantly filtering the wit inherited from her cousin the writer, Sholem Aleichem into a staccato brew of percolating humor...
...Ashes of falling stars defined an aery descent from her smiling mouth to capacious lap and I marvelled how each cigarette stayed miraculously glued to her lower lip...
...A new collection...
...Mona Elaine Adilman...
...a Montreal author, has published two books of poetry...
...Her long, crimson nails clicked in castinet unison and the curved index finger of her right hand darted in and out with hornet dexterity drawing the fragile fibre into sunlit patterns...
...Spirited small talk jetted like adrenalin her language was porous with legend and the razor-edged cough marked time...

Vol. 5 • July 1980 • No. 7


 
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