Perhaps A Doorway

Perhaps A Doorway

Perhaps A Doorway Perhaps this is the memory of a doorway, or the sound of rain and the morning mist infused with light, or leaving and absence. Or perhaps this is about the nesting of days, and how one fits into the other, and in the stretching of time and space, how...
Echoes of Another Life

Echoes of Another Life

Echoes of Another Life Emerging in this liminal space,A boundless before-time.A floor, a doorway, a face.Echoes of another life.The entanglement of memories,Dreams of the flesh, momentsIn a dimming light. 2024, ICM, AI, Photo-Composite, Canandaigua ​...
Stone Eater Reimagined

Stone Eater Reimagined

Stone Eater Reimagined “El sutil comepiedras,” The Subtle Stone Eater. An ironic title for this bronze and obsidian sculpture by Jonás Gutiérrez on Puerto Vallarta’s Malecón? Is this an allegory for fruitless and unrestrained consumption? Dissipation heedless of the...
Sealed Doorways

Sealed Doorways

Sealed Doorways In the human wrist is the hand enslaved by vanity. This Aztec obeisance chiseled centuries ago —Ihíio, Itlátol, His Breath, His Word— Now muzzled in stone, a doorway sealed. And of those still bound to the light? Those in the war against darkness,...
Reflections

Reflections

Reflections What is this ditch but a split in the earth, a millrace stilled, a catchment for water, fallen limbs and leaves.  Here are the hidden places of nature’s divination, a cauldron of dark harmonies, descending roots and recondite connections.  Beneath these...
Do You Remember?

Do You Remember?

Do You Remember? Do you remember how we returned each day, deflated, scattering our clothes about the room, anchoring our shoes by the bed, and how we lay breathless by the window, open to the lake? How the wind would enter, tentatively at first, its soft paws...