It says: “UNITA. We want. Because.” Was there more below? I didn’t check, didn’t even see the wall, fascinated by the bullet holes. Was the…
Something had happened. One had a broken heart, the other was strong and supportive. Maybe. I was on the balcony above, not planning to intrude.…
Had we lived, I should have had a tale to tell of the hardihood, endurance and courage of my companions which would have stirred the…
Graffiti, like rock art, gains power in overlay. You have to read it bottom to top. Last in: Jews and Junky Funky kids
What you can’t hear in this picture, because pictures speak on silence, is the blare of Brazilian soaps beaming down from the sky into dozens…
In the empriness of the desert plains the cars of the settlers, running from the liberation army, gave out. The settlers walked south, through the…
I asked why their home was so pretty. They said it was because the shirts were all different colours. “They were donated to keep us…
It is intimate and universal. It lives in our heart, in the sky. It rises from the depths of the substance and offers itself with…
“Everything that comes of morning undoes itself by nightfall… sun sinks away, sky bleeds, passes out, goes dark, nothing exists.” – Barbara Kingsolver
To walk and then stand in the centre of a spiral is a spiritual exercise for centering consciousness. We seem to pass the same point…