• The earth had only slightly stirred there Leaving denizens remarkably disposed To funny jokes and light banter, between Wisecrack twitters of [...]

  Hurricane Irene

  August 31, 2011
• Our flowers and leaves and fruit are here In silver-white plates of morning fragrance From burning incenses, flames of camphor. Our waters stream [...]

  Flowers, leaves, fruit

  August 31, 2011
• These stone maidens turn you to stone If you stare at them too long, in the sun. Their bodies are badly stuck in the wall, They lean forward in [...]

  The stone maidens of the Ramappa temple

  August 14, 2011
• The master sculptor had made tonalities Stone upon stone, of women in dance Men in beards, servants removing thorns From the swollen feet of soft [...]

  Seeing is dead

  August 14, 2011