Old Land

Feels like love
Yet - sounds like hatred.
Looks like a basement that has not been visited for years.

Like sweet milk gone sour
with the smell of burnt chicken and sweet potato pie
Like my grandmothers kitchen on New Years Day

The land moves.

Like a delicate baby -
crawling.

Windy Graffitti

Their buzzing blue subway

Projects Learning

Like a famous snobbish ground

SHOUT RESPECT

You are a community metaphor

Faint

Ugly

Annoyed

Effects of Change - Part 2

Life is always precarious

dependent on high winds and waves

Yet now, ominously

On my visit to see what is left

I find only a basement -

rendered uninhabitable

by other Effects of Change

Effects of Change - Part 1

Above all we are closely knit

a single binding

This mixture stirs up a sensation that runs deep

a supreme sense of place.

That place now in danger of disappearing beneath the waves

Once part of the empire.

This is She

shy sister

Imagine Summer

Turquoise Stars

Sunlight

Demand Independence

Graceful Angel

Real A-R-T

Masterpiece Painting

like a delicate black brother

Patient.

Childish.

Human.

Lonely...is a Choice

Back Turned to Vulnerability

"When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable."