Upside down

A precious friend who is experiencing a deep and profound grief once explained to me how her world has changed: Some days seemed ordinary. Others were harsh - strange enough, time and events continued as if nothing happened, but it felt like a different world all together. I am carefully carving my words here to…

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To know the forest

A dense curtain, overwhelmingly green, cracked only by occasional twigs and branches, shimmering in the bright sunlight or grimly darkens underneath the approaching storm clouds. This summer, I wish to know the forest. I learn from one painting to the next. I have many wordless questions and the paintings are the answers to them. Sometimes I feel…

Freedom

My painting teacher used to say that the best part about painting is the freedom to tell lies. Each painting is a lie, he would joyfully declare, and where a good lie ends, true art begins. At night I saw the moon, veiled by clouds, rising above a tangled black-of-green. Our tents were swallowed by darkness…

To my friend

When I miss you, I know a dark warm hole in the center of my chest And rays of me fall back inside Or travel a universe And return. How I miss you, my friend! I miss your laughter, I miss your eyes As we surrender ourselves to the stream of events. But where there…

Nutshell murmur

Occasionally, I am left without words. That is - hundreds of them swirl inside me, connect and reconnect themselves to sentences and inner events that will never be born into this world. But on a surface I call my day - not a single word, nor a fractioned sentence Can profoundly describe this chattering silence.…

The chapter of the Cardinal

One day, when all this ends, and it will one day, for everything ends, I will name it: The chapter of the Cardinal. In a crust of pale indifference its bright feathers were the embodiment of a beating frozen heart. In days to come, a tiny figurine of a red Cardinal will make my spirit…

Equinox

A night and a day did the snow swirl down as wet as the tears of my burdening desires. Equal was light on the threshold of seasons to the soon-to-be-gone dark winterly hours. The children caressed me with morning pure hunger as sun came behind heavy curtains of gray And I searched in the distance…

As children play

The night before the storm, I held the children hands as they fell asleep and looked through the window. One yellow light glowed in the dark. When we moved here, over a year ago, I used to wake up in the middle of the night, still a stranger to time, sit by the kitchen window and…