Photography: At a Ghanaian Funeral
Nana's funeral seemed it yet ours it was: our novel deaths. -- Jane
Theory: Death as Past and Future
There has been some significant occurrences since last I wrote here. Much on the contemplation plate. Luckily I am back to full-time self-employment, and thus back to being…
Hanging With the Wind
It was very windy and I feared my tripod would topple over along with poor Karma (my camera). But all the wind did was try to steal my…
Winter Diary | In Transition
Let’s say words are plastic bag caught in bare branch of tree It is winter’s noon Let’s say I regret not using cotton tote bag at the groceries…
Orchid by Grace Schulman
Orchid by Grace Schulman Not raised but found, this dancer, idling on trash, abandoned in the compactor room, fated to be smothered in a green bag, seven blooms caught…