Tag Archive | Narrative
Migration in a summer of lovely language
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Brinkburn-Priory-478920570 These words have survived separations Faces I can no longer remember of loved ones Poetry has transcended my decades Spacious and fluent like a last reminder Of why truth is no longer as important As beauty, inner beauty of a spiritual quality Alphabets now shelter this candle…
Flutes of Light
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
we’ve retold the stories of our lives like prehistory so many times we forgot the white morning or the gulls that drove us to listen to traces of infinity we become our own museums sort of broken accounts of what happened to us, a thousand photos later we still can’t…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 