Parched land unfolds before me. Patchwork of asphalt and tar. Dirty white lines. Tire smudges like failed eraser marks. This is California. The Golden State. Post-apocalyptic thirsty earth opening it’s maw to expanses of blue that muddy at the edges. “Congress Created Dust Bowl” “Stop Politicians Created Water Crisis” “No Water = No Jobs”
Whoa! Whoa! Cool it with your swagger. Too much peacocking, Air dense with pretense, Holding breath. You, ruffling feathers, Fanning out. Come right up, folks! Men on display. *Art by Elisabeth Sonrel, “Le Paon Majeste”
6, July 2016 Mumbai: Arrived just before midnight on July 5th. We were shuffled into immigration lines, soulless with 24 hours of travel in our wake. If not for tourist E-visa we would have been herded into a meandering line that seemed unending. Instead, we were ushered into a line of 5 or 6 people. […]
When an orchid begins to wilt it loses, not a single petal at a time, but a whole blossom. It seems, to me, a proud symmetrical flower– it’s subtle nuances reflected in the sag and droop of each individual bloom.
In the rippling of an SUV-sized American flag, wavering over the half empty parking lots of decaying strip malls, you’ll find my home in Kentucky. A state where it doesn’t have to be the 4th of July to hear “I’m Proud to be an American” on the radio. Start driving out of Owensboro, away from […]
1. The rain was like a game of red light, green light. Stop and go. And we laughed at the abruptness of it. And then the clouds performed a magic trick and dissipated, ceased to exist. And out came the stars. We stood side by side under the eaves as fat droplets collected above us […]
I’ll not pretend to understand time, the subtle nuances of a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year. How a lifetime can span a minute and a revolution can span decades. My interest, here, is memory– a trigger, synapses firing– how my grandfather’s death can birth my childhood in […]