Times Square
The laughter, the bluster, the dazzling satin. Everyone gone when the curtain calls. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Morning in Central Park
Spring erupts. The city hustles past the hesitating bud of Philadelphus & I am shriven. CLICK ON THE RECORDING
Screening the rushes
All hell breaking, and a daughter standing. The angry sky twisting in her painterly arms. (Image and audio courtesy of Tara Bryan, www.tarabryan.com) CLICK ON THE RECORDING