The Road of the Wind

The wind didn’t tell me anything.
It only blew.
bearing its snack of leaves and dust.
Our love did not yet flower.
We sought warmth in sadness,
the only thing alive in us,
the only wood burning in the stoves of our souls,
because death demarcated borders
and distributed the country on its graves.


Archival Pigment Print

  • 16” x 20” Edition of 25 with 3 Artist Proofs
  • 20” x 24” Edition of 10 with 3 Artist Proofs
  • 30” x 40” Edition of 7 with 3 Artist Proofs

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