Annick Poems - Poems about Annick

...“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 ......Read the rest...

...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’......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...