AUTHENTIC SRI LANKA: Firebreath
An easel, a brush and pigment earth, wind, fire and water at times silhouette-layered at times silver-clad at times made…
An easel, a brush and pigment earth, wind, fire and water at times silhouette-layered at times silver-clad at times made…
They shed their clothes, trees sometimes do and in ways possible and ways unimagined paint intimacies with sky and light…
Some flowers cut the heart for softness is a blade and gaze itself a homing-device exquisitely potent
'Foot' prints some are made for poetry and some for sign, which are yours have you wondered, where did you…
The green, the grain the lookout point and place of rest; those who will (sometimes) reap but it is also…
The tree whispers and the wind carried its story: 'I owe the sky I owe the earth I owe my…
From tree to tree generation to generation one history to another as others have and still others will in the…
The storm has questions to ponder: 'Who and what shall I engulf, which lands shall I lay waste what will…
Nine! Yes. but different arches different numbers for each eye that grazed across architectures and trains every day for 99…
They are never one thing and one thing alone, stomachs necessity victim victor in the fill and refill of things…
The relics of the night concede to the more abiding and at dawn they approach signatured with ambiguity -- ours…