I have visited Papua New Guinea (PNG) several times, entering and departing through the noisy, disorderly airport at Port Moresby, the capital. I generally do not care much for Port Moresby – it is a grimly depressed and somewhat menacing town. But, my visits in 2003 and 2004 were brightened when I met some local artists…
Category: Poesy-Prosey-Artsy
scribbles that look like poems but don’t scan nor rhyme; or else they look like regular writing – in which case they are prose; or they are pictures (which look like neither)…
Random Leaf
random leaf and I histories intersected in mindful present During quiet time, some may whisper into the ears of dried grass; or listen to the wafted murmers of zephyrs passing by. During quiet time this morning, I shared a few moments with fallen leaves – thinking about the momentary intersection of their histories and mine: a…
antipodes/syzygy
love’s antipodes/ – an indifferent terrain-/ offers sole refuge better to tune in/ present; turned-toward, hearts open/ aligned in syzygy
Unrealizations/shadowplay
Late evening shadowplay signals – come see – seductive presentness fleeting unreality