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A Bohemian Life

Cultural Crosspollination

for ARTS SAKE

Paper Musings

I have discovered a new order to the spectrum

It goes like this: henna, marigold, saffron, aloe, lapis, indigo, orchid

Here I am an outlaw striding toward the outer reaches

of awe the edges of every colour. I wring out

each shade until laughing I invent new ones

There is something I have seen or only dreamed

In a sun hushed alley shifting beams of memory

Honey the shadowedstreet tatters of whispers

Dark and spice wafted the burnish of ancient wonder

Still gilds the arched pathway echoing now

With the tender hooves of a young goat

The universe diverges here. I go home

Remembering. I stay forever. I see.

What they have seen. They have tasted the spices

I hold in my mouth. In muted observance

In a palace built for a favourite queen

In the cheerful dishevelment of colour. I am.

Here the shade and sun love me equally

I fill a palm with green cardamom

I bend toward a heap of tea leaves

Crushing tangible memories between

My fingers releasing a rush of recollection

Rich as living. Always mine. Always mine.

poem found in Anthropologie catalogue, author unknown

Green Kitchen Stories

Sunkissed Summer Skin

Wall Me Do

I am dedicating this post to Polly...on your Birthday

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