I think about the sound of dry leaves rasping on concrete. By very virtue of once being alive, they turn color, drop with the cold, the batterings of rain. They scuttle across pavement with the breeze, with the kicking of feet, finally laying to rest in a pile at curb’s edge. Partitions of land where […]
We need to be better communicators. We are lost in translation despite a common language we all speak, but with different vocabularies. We parse words. Undo meanings. Recreate them. To communicate better? No. I don’t think so. But to browbeat people with words that only have the meaning a movement has come to attach to […]
We drove through evergreens That held the promise of Sunday, Shady chapels with a channel of light Car pointed in direction, North, and we left every other day in the dust. It’s the rose part of day. Dusty pink. Warm filter. Photographer’s wet dream. And we laid our tent Out on a bed of pine […]
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.