I left my body at eight. It's taken a lifetime to return to it. Yesterday, I photographed the last flower of Covid.
I witnessed a stranger die from his own anger on a Seoul street. Shielding the eyes of a child from the body, his pregnant mother asked me to check the man's face, to make sure it wasn't her husband.
his father, our father, not in heaven but on earth
even an angry man's had birth
more than a single moment here
" queen of heaven, star of the sea, pray for the children, pray for me"
qual é um bom remédio para um pesadelo?
os céus, o mar, a terra debaixo de mim?
Eu uso uma braçadeira que diz fica aqui
até ires para lá.
what is a good remedy for a nightmare?
the heavens, the sea, the earth beneath me?
I wear an armband that says stay here
until you go there.
The sound around my arms is woolly
I top terrace plants with black soil
you lost your mother
to heaven, if you believe it,
but surely earth
another conundrum? no
we make up things as we go
hope to show
how we are connected
to trout lilies and an oriole
I save appleseeds
and memories
I cannot save much else
on a daily basis, that is
prayers are always there
like cement shoes I put on
to stay aground
