Anand PKC’s “transcendental realism” is on view now through Feb. 27 at Walter Wickiser Gallery, Manhattan, NY.
Featured Image: A New Day Rising, Oil on canvas, 48″ x 34″, 2011
. Last Letter from Florence A recent incident recalls the fears Your letters have expressed: that seven years In this...
Meadows of Corn It seems but bland to every passing eye, These regal meadows dressed in ripened corn; They dance...
It's hard to believe that something like this has been suppressed from the history presented to us in academia. I…
1. Sunset The sun slides away Finish here, begin elsewhere Gifting crimson streams 2. Fly Away Hard sticks, soft feathers…
Great history lesson poem Margaret, thank you. Christ is King indeed and the gates of hell cannot prevail against Him.
Thank you for appreciating my poem, jd. The Cristero history, relatively close to us in time and just across our…
Thanks for your comment, Roy. From your history studies, you would realize that the United States started out on the…
A NEW DAY RISING: AFTER ANAND PKC
“In India, diamonds are everywhere,
as they are in China, in America.”
—Sri Wele Cebuda
By Bruce Dale Wise
The water is so blue, the leaves of grass as dry
as twigs beneath the similar-hued elephant,
so huge, beige-brown and firm, beside the azure sky
and branching trees, big, rugged, clumsy, elegant,
not in a china shop but in the wide outdoors,
important and magnificent, significant.
Right at the forefront of the scene, one sees forms—scores—
large ears, eyes spread, long trunk past tusks of ivory,
thick legs, splayed feet, on one of nature’s many floors,
an ambling, like nothing else in Tennessee,
or India. I wonder where this is. I sigh…
my sight—a new day rising, free. Where can it be?