Jitka Anlaufova's Watercolors

Transparent, delicate, flowery beauty by Jitka Anlaufova. 

Another name for mother

Another name for mother

    is the self elbows itself to make room for someone else.

Strangers have always confessed

Strangers have always confessed

    to her, and now, with the baby, they tell her about their babies, now retired, who have
    babies who have babies. Eighty-eight years old, my husband gone, one of my sons gone,
    just one son left and all his babies here, family means everything. Remember to take    
    pictures.

Terrifying headlines about children

Terrifying headlines about children

    mean that she will never read those articles, never. And then she does, recoiling, wincing,    
    praying.

If she could puree the world

If she could puree the world

    to make life easy for her son, she would, but because life won’t fit into the small, be-   
    smiley faced blender, she plops into it chunks of cooked sweet potato, banana, avocado.
    From now on he will eat what grows in the earth rendered thin, fluid, creamy.