Twilight in the green foothills of the Sierra Nevada. Beads of rain trickle down the windows of the studio. An iron-colored sky fades into a cold night. It’s the middle of the month of May, but winter has returned. So why does it feel like the world is on fire?
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The Witnesses
In 1817, in a letter to a friend, John Keats wrote, ” I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of Imagination.” Two hundred and two years later, in this afflicted world–our world–his two affirmations continue to offer insight, and hope.
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Formentera, Spain
Watercolor – 7 x 11 inches.
Watercolor – 7 x 11 inches.
A storm from Africa visited the island during the night.
In the morning, giant clouds carrying the dust of the Sahara
billow high above the waves, like lemon-colored sails.
In a chalk-white house at the edge of the beach, a woman
sleeps alone on a rumpled bed:
blue sheets, white pillow, amber skin.
Outside her window, palm fronds snap in the wind
but she hears only the gentle breathing of
a man asleep on the other side of the world.
She feels his heartbeat through a thread as thin as a strand of saffron
that he has looped around his wrist. When she releases her end
of the thread, they will both tumble, together, into the clouds.
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