A monument that stood to house neighbourhood kids
Motorcycles and bicycles piled up
In line to play soccer
He grabbed my notebook and began to draw
Our only form of communication.
Birds flying and fish swimming
Above and beyond the boats of Inle
Thanaka gleamed on his cheeks
He held up his fingers to show his age
A shift from the corporate world
To trailing spouse
Opened her eyes to new ways of being
I no longer aspire to have that big career.
Her life at a crossroads
The creation of new community in each location
I think ‘coming home’ was the toughest transition of all.
The payment for a passport dear
from the white shores of Greece
to the artificial island of the Netherlands
My brother awaits me.
Once a home is now rubble
But aspiration for new remains
I worked for the Red Cross and now I am the one requiring aid.
Referred to as the saviour
As he secured his mother’s freedom from imprisonment
Caught amidst the battle
I represent the lost generation of El Salvador.
Innocent voices of a small boy
He would grow up to speak through the written word
New forms in a neoliberal world
I have always believed and keep believing in impossible things.
If I had been a boy, I would have worn trousers and climbed trees.
She laughed often and beautifully
Thankfully, religion is not as important as it used to be.
A widow in the streets of San Francisco
A noble man doesn’t boast or lie.
Breaking down stereotypes at 91
It’s really unbelievable!
The holy grail found in Spain. April fools.
Let him be our gate, our guidance
6 eggs cradled in grass in his backpack
He reached out his hand at the river crossing
An underestimated cook
I will ride ahead.
A blue scarf wrapped around his head for warmth
Red-hot pokers burn amidst Lobelias
Whips crack on animal backs
We will find a goat for you.