Creative
“I can’t say what’s this or that. I can only say what’s ebbing and what’s becoming” – Jeanette Winterson
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, …
I'm getting an early start on my summer reading list, beginning with a book I’ve read before, The Virgin Suicides. Inside my copy of the novel are treasures of travels past …