Her weakened voice's a half whisper But she's got eagle's eyes-  Each day, her accounting fingers   labelled, folded, parcele...

Photography by  Joni Niemelä A black raven nosedives from top branches  A bird preening its red-silk feathers A squirrel stirrin...

I commute to the city, considered the hub of financial world, by riding the Toronto rocket  Its metallic hiss long spine measuring 6 cars...

She moves effortlessly as a flower bright orange red with petal cups holding  rain water & dew bearing a thousand seed pods to be ...

Artist:   James R. Eads I carefully tuck in a box the heirlooms of my grandmother & mother: South sea pearl brooch & word...

Artist:   Cecilia Levy I love the tropical sun on my arms, ice-cream & walking to be alone with my thoughts- Restless water un...

Stones at our feet Time is the black milk  we drink  morning noon  & night Our skin hammers  hard walls  seeking water & ...

To island of my mother if you call me daughter with the sing-song lilt of sugar fields I will gladly call you home, and hand out red lei...

rain, rain you unfurl fingers, thicker than rose thorns striking fear at our core as you bleed profusely filling all our cracks with...

you are the polished glass my eyes mend everyday lush   red lipstick carefully drawn over delicate wrinkles    your edges are stitc...