Images: Pins andhttps://www.pexels.com/ Tiny, bony hands, groping for my golden hair. A mother, in flowers from head to toe, swaddling a toddler in a sling; with the likeness of a sickly mare. Wiggling free the heap of bones comes to me, on wobbly feet and a rounded, bloated, stomach. I scoop her up in my […]Ina son ku: I love you — The Art of Life
My world is black and white
Like an only fashioned reel, my world does spin
All else’s colors fade from view
The only ones remaining in my world is crimson
Where are you light? Why are you only white?
Shall I lay down and be dissolved?
Or does my hope set somewhere else?
Speak to me, grains in the film
Where should my heart lie tonight?
I’m sorry, black and white photography remind me of aloneness and fear…