Haiga Archive
Search results: age
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Mary Davila
6 September 2012echoes of the past
an old 45 plays
over and over -
Beate Conrad
29 August 2012opening
the old diary
a gentle breeze -
Andrzej Dembonczyk
27 August 2012sunrise
on the old oak
first snow -
Andrzej Dembonczyk
11 August 2012grandmother
she recognizes us
by touch -
Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu
9 February 2012deserted stable
swallow nest crumbs
fill the cobweb -
Adelaide Shaw
3 February 2012after 30 years
this change in my life
this new home
this new vision I have
of another 30 years -
Mariusz Ogryzko
6 January 2012another birthday
counting
grey hair -
Artur Lewandowski
15 September 2011park alley
for a moment I forget
how old I am -
Nicole Pakan
29 July 2011She went under at the age of fifteen, bootstrapped into
shadows and omission. Like fledgling revolution, she was
all elbows and ankles and steel, cutting her teeth on clumsy
hits, dealing in lies and speculation. Hers was a radical
sensibility, always metal, cold in her hands, the slow click, bolt
through the shaft of her imagination. Now she’s high
scandal, trafficking caution and cash, a portrait of long
thighs and wrists. There’s no way out when you’re in
demand, there is only down, down and onward. -
Simone Busch and Bea Bareis
22 April 2011early morning
touching the sparkles
in mother’s hair
