Bali, with its incense and offerings everywhere – sight and smell are its forte. But Sumbawa, Sumbawa has mastered melody – the sound of nothing, of only the breeze and the waves, interspersed with the soft singing and silent prayers to Allah in wavering tones.
Bougainvillea [thoughts formed Oaxaca golden] Belief Of Utterances I am made from fragments of the coastlines and mountain ranges that now form my silhouette. Oaxaca is my western hip, a spiritual sister …
Bougainvillea [thoughts formed lombok adjacent] Blossoms over us Grasping across idyllic Nothingness Visible illusions Language loosening Ever After
Left the Land of a Thousand Temples, for the Land of a Thousand Mosques. Gold domes, flecked in sunlight, the Burn, again.
It has been a while. Summers have blossomed, islands have been explored, love has grown deeper, my hair has gotten longer, poems have been written, ideologies have loosened, continents have been crossed, …
