She is much sadder than you ever think.
Her world fades so far away from your reality.
She hides deeper within to keep your world in a constant warm glow.
Photographed by Joe Femia
Month: Mar 2020
Honey Ant Dreaming
Dreamtime
in the land of the dry cracked desert
Sky Father gave honey ants for hunger
Women’s strong hands
dug deep into the red soil
met with abundance of bush tucker
Their delicate fingers
harvested the honey sac
gathered them on their coolamons
then gently
freed them to collect more honey
Such cycle of life
a gift from creator God
“Honey ants are a sweet bush food for the aboriginal people. When hunting for honey ants care is taken not to kill or hurt them (or not get bitten either!) so that they can go on and collect more honey. The sac on the back of the honey ant is pure natural honey. “
Aboriginal Painting by April Campbell, Ti Tree Anmatyerre
Social Contemplation
A collaboration with Benjamin Grossman
In rainy March
I long for a
philosophical whisper over tea
The smell of possibility permeating
Your gaze an infusion of heaven
Barely we know where we are
Yet we know where we’re going
With some echo of curiosity
On a bed of uncertainty
I inhale your essence
Drink in your presence
Only we temper the inner warmth
Steeped in each other
Rain is threading through each whisper
Tea left unrequited and cold
In the company of drizzling rain
