dense forest trees
decrease daylight
circulating wind sways gaping limbs
How I can't resist feeling
we're but rude trespassers
in your presence
Like you, at times
when grief pours down on me,
nothing can ease the pain
but nature
He who created the original paradise, promised to restore what was lost
Paradise islands are highly desirable places. But does paradise truly exist?
There is a way of breathing
known to those who’ve
walked to the sky on stones and ice
Mirror
In these works, I depict art and life as parallel, a mirror to each other’s reflection.
In the middle of June, running
my fingers through the tangled vines
of the potted Calibrochoa
their sightings caused
more of a ruckus than awe.
Constrained Crane
I am often drawn to the discarded and forgotten, perhaps because of the untold stories those items represent.
If there are wings, let them be strong, dark-burnished as oxidized metal
that was pulled from earth, hardened with fire, spread to the air.
There is a new kind of flora
One less malleable
Though still most likely to endure
How many men does it take to shoulder the casket of an elephant? How many teak plants needed to make an elephantine coffin?
Who wouldn’t be a polar bear in the tropics?
A solitary last emperor, an Arctic ambassador
paddling a marionette dance in his own lagoon
With my own jaws,
I chewed off my wings.
They nourished me till
my first eggs were laid.