Wednesday, August 22, 2007

from the napkin



In the house of my mother
at the room of the dead,
among the faces of my ancestors,
I find the half-shattered mask of my father.
My mother said, "I only kept what was mine."

1 comment:

Adam said...

I'm glad somebody looks and thanks for the comment. Your fluid landscapes are great, I wish I could use high contrast so well. And of course I love the creatures.