Annick Poems - Poems about Annick

...(a university-life vignette) It’s Saturday morning at about 9am. I’m in the chemistry lab, a sterile looking room with 12 workstations that are like multi level kitchen islands with sinks......

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...We’re coming up on the spooky pumpkin-latte season, when days suddenly end, while I’m busy in some sterile, fluorescent chemistry-lab and there’s nothing to do but walk down dark science-hill to the ......

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...“How does it feel, studying for your first exam of the semester?” My sister Annick dug at me, via Facetime. “Oh, I’m miserable and no one even knows!” I exclaimed excitedly. I already miss summer......

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...Peter (my bf) and I are at Heraclee beach for the weekend. It’s a little sliver of heaven, about 11 miles south of Saint Tropez. It’s too early in the season to swim - being breezy and 72°f - but ......

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...“22½ euros for a Martini,” Peter remarked, when he first scanned the menu. “It’s not like we aren’t going to get them,” I said, “we’re not going to cheap our way to abstinence." The waiter came and ......

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...We’re (Lisa and I) back in Athens Georgia (hometown USA), where it’s the halcyon days of summer. The south used to be the home of summer heat - not anymore. Now everyone has their little ‘heat domes’......

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...I’ve got it - woot! Well, we’ve (Lisa and I) have it. The Covid. After living carefully serpentine lives - for the last half decade - we both have it. Lisa started feeling pun......

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...Holidays go by quickly, as if they don’t want to hang around. My life seems to be happening at warp speed. Lisa and I start our two-month summer fellowships tomorrow. It’s hard to believe it’s act......

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...part 2 of 2 “How’s school going?” Annick asked later, moving some of my fly-away hair out of my face - a trace of the maternal in her solicitous fussing - but I liked it. “Easy peasy,” I said, th......

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...part 1 of 2 Annick (my 28 year old sister) came down to NYC, from Boston, for a day visit. It was one of those warm, cerulean days between Christmas and New Years. Annick’s in a surgical residence......

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...In my family, a convent in Lucerne, Switzerland loomed legend large. It’s name is “La Madone Noire” (the Black Madonna) and according to my mom, it is a “finishing school” where captious girls, who......

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...When I was twelve, my older sister, Annick, was in med school. She was dedicated and incorruptible - always studying, always. I wanted her to spend time with me, I craved her engagement. I was j......

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...My sister Annick fixed me, locked me in, with cold, blue eyes as she sat down slowly next to me at the table. “I’m a surgeon,” she said, not quite casually, “a board certified surgeon.” I give her......

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...We hurtle down the last few hundred feet of steep lavender lined cobbled slope shaded by majestic umbrella pines - around a last hairpin turn and there they are: The blue-white Pampelonne bea......

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