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Tristan's Moon initiative

Ten original signed photographic collages created for Tristan's Moon initiative by Tim Barrus.

Poem created by Carolyn Srygley-Moore.

**Please note: Real Stories Gallery Foundation is a registered 501c in the USA. All proceeds from sales will go to the Tristan's Moon initiative. http://realstoriesgallery@gmail.com

 

CookiKabuki © Tim Barrus (2011)

1. CookiKabuki

2. Agony

3. Remembering/Forgetting

4. Farid

5. MASK

4. Feeling Everything

5. Enough

6. Seeing Everything

7. Coat

8. Chains

9. River

10. Eye Witness

 

 

Switching off the bedroom light by Carolyn Srygley-Moore on (2011)

We switch off the bedroom light       the white ceiling globe dims.

We lie down           deaf to the world          beginning

 

a kind of listening we had not heretofore

known       in the dark.       The dogs are waiting

 

outside the door            for walk, for food, for their name

called.               It is our time.

 

*

We are both Irish enough in heritage      that we eat potatoes

raw in bed          remembering the famine.  We gnaw the light.

 

We are not hungry.          We are clapping our hands over our heads

swaying       holding cigarette lighters into the darkness

 

as someone sings about light      & love     & sweats

while doing so.      We switch on the lights

 

we even pray a little:            we know each other's scars

 

*

by rote.          We recite them like children's verses

like Goodnight Moon.              Our daughter waits for the schoolbus

 

on a plastic green chair      pulled from the tigerlily garden: waits       in the pouring rain

& we pray for her safety. God how we pray

 

for the war's end.

 

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