Captive.
Like
moistened
rivulets meandering
down painting lines
of accidental
poetry
I am immured by your words.
•
Like
moistened
rivulets meandering
down painting lines
of accidental
poetry
I am immured by your words.
•
Silent
whispers
of a
wistful
heart
beseech
us
not
to
leave,
so
let
us
glide
in
your
sweet
tide
until
the
ebbing
eve…

La Paz, Bolivia
•
A moment between little Ester and her father.
Quillacollo, Bolivia
•
Back at the children’s home, Gabriel was quite the fighter.
He and his twin sister had been found beside a river.
He made it, but tragically his sister didn’t.