The Terror of Public Places

by Laima Donela

Originally published on August 1, 1999

Last summer on the stairs of the Chicago Art Institute a sculptor friend and I Watched a madman in rags fiercely stroke the tail of a bronze lion. “You know,” my friend commented, “only in America Could one be killed in public, by an insane person, for no reason at all.” He glanced at me [...]

In Memory of Mrs. Hannah Osbourn

by Laima Donela

Originally published on August 1, 1999

Relict of Mr. Samuel Osbourn Who Departed This Life August 30th, 1774 In her 76th Year I Your husband died Hannah Osbourn leaving you relict, three decades a relic. All you were to do now was knit, wait until the local stone carver carved you an angel – one wearing a bonnet just like yours. [...]

A Platter of Red Blossoms

by Laima Donela

Originally published on August 1, 1999

As for me, I am one of the two Tahitian Women – Perhaps the one holding the platter of red blossoms Gazing just to the left of the painter’s shoulder – The one who looks as if she knows She is no more than the platter of red blossoms – No better, no worse. Sunset [...]