The graciousness she showed when the priest came to say prayers that one Sunday. How she asked permission to sit as she could not kneel. And the way she clasped her hands together in the prayer position, it was difficult for her to make them touch but she did it. And she smiled so happily after the service. Her howling, ...
Go deep, deep or deeper as you ever imagined the rawness of you bursting as from a ripe open mangosteen. Truth lies there. And Lies. But lies does not stay for long. Truth always has the wherewith-all to come out and play. Sometimes it’s so painful you can’t go on. It breaks up at its freshest—quickly, uninterrupted and after a ...
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Time is relative You can’t hold it Or make stop. time is a metaphor for when you are Old and grey Is it only here for the realisation That we are born to live then, die. Time almost stopped when I was in bed all day All I could do was breathe that’s all I ...
Colombo is changing. Cement mixers drive down Narrow roads, manoeuvring So as not to kill off the last of the bird life- the crows will remain they are our survivors- as are the people left of the north and from the south. Colombo Changes Google maps show A change in the shape of our pearl island Physically we are redrawing ...
Music matters like nothing else The sensual embrace of notes in your hair The fringe to your mane The trumpet coming alive Miles Davis The Stylistics, the brand new in me. Fully flowed with expansion of love Gladness, joy, the zest of life. The bloom of life The glorious life, the glamorous life Bill Evans. John Coltrane My Funny Valentine. That’s me.
What matters? The Sun, the moon and the stars. Love. The best kind. Unconditional, gentle, considerate and deep. Sex. Erotic, sensual, in unison. Babies in all their innocence. Family: the ties that bind us. Creating, creating original works that the world has yet to witness. Meditation matters. Meditation is what will see us through. Exercise, yoga, specifically. Integrity matters. Integrity ...
This painting by Harry Peiris is for view and sale at the Barefoot Gallery. I have listed the wikipedia reference for those of you who want to now more about him. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Peiris
Today the grass wilts Tomorrow it grows taller Green grass underfoot Hot days ahead! May. Spring has abandoned us for A scorcher summer Bananas in bowl Blueberries in the mixer A morning smoothie Sophia studies Economics and English A-level exams Dominic’s photos In black and white portraits show Outstanding people
running through the woods that hard autumn day the cold almost froze i thought i would stop mid-track, turn into a piece of beef, (or a cadaver) hung in some butchers shop people would stop and stare look through the window- i would squint and glare until they turned away and walked mile after mile onto telegraph road—until i, the ...
Sophia; Wisdom personified “Mum, don’t ruin my mojo!” When I made her look Out the car window At a passing roadside Kovil. Sophia was intent on playing a game on a phone The same intent is apparent In her tone and will. She wants a phone For her birthday Which is today. ‘Exotic’ is her one word description of Jaffna ...
BE HERE NOW Be here now. Said my father How? I asked? Puzzled by it’s Seemingly simple But complex notion I am here Isn’t it obvious? No. My father, said Your mind is all Over the place To be here now One must truly Be present. In body mind and soul At one with oneself And the universe Be ...
This was taken in 2005 when the cafe was open for dinner–I found it and thought I’d post it as I like the image, the feel of it. Thanks to indi.ca for the photograph.
I had the pleasure of meeting Prasad Hettiarachi when he exhibited at The Barefoot Gallery in 2015, He was introduced to me by a good friend and a British Artist who has been exhibiting with us since 1995; Alex Stewart. Alex saw Prasad’s work at the Theerta Gallery in Borella and invited Prasad to come and see his work ...
Deep in my heart a wedge does lie I’m willing to throw a dart to hit it clean and fair Instead I breathe, breathe deeply and sigh The cause of the wedge is mine—let’s try. Was it the afternoon I drove back from Galle? Hail! Thunder and Lightning quite a scare Voice on the radio warning us to go with ...
The building looked impressive at dusk. The setting sun’s rays hit the structure at the angle so the front face of the property was bathed in a golden light; diffused, and as beautiful as any building could look given the time. It proudly stood as it had for centuries beckoning us over so that we could not resist and did ...
Born in 1971, She was sent to art school as she was considered an introvert. She placed herself in a corner in order not to show her work; conscious, never happy with her paintings, she used to hide her works of art. She was inspired by Cora Abrahams and Nilanthi Weereratne-she was inspired by the conversations she had with ...
That night in Nuwara Eliya When Dom and I stumbled Into the Grand, we had just re-met And every moment was precious. It took us ten minutes to find the bar It was cold for Nuwara eliya and we Needed a drink, desperately. A single malt for Dom and a Port For me. This was in 1993, I turned ...
Short days in Michigan When the leaves turn to colours of the earth. The old man mowing his lawn Wearing his slate, cashmere v-neck with holes under the arms, has never bothered to get the thing darned. Billy used the season to shoot He would walk out into the woods with his Colt 45 Looked for Rabbit, Deer, if ...
