Paulines and Paulisms

Photograph by Paul Hsu Collected Stones Bearing an empty bowl, the messenger boy sits down at the fountain and dips his disappearing legs into the solitude of stone. Which is the speech of stone. The voice of mothers and fathers in the desert. Pick up the pebbles. Cast stone after stone upon imaginary waters. Which is the body of the living and the corpus of the dead? Between what bread is shared and what remains unsaid in the stone's silence, a child sifts and selects her own stone to take home. by Paul Hsu 7/15-16/16

Photograph by Paul Hsu Cloudy with a Little Chance of Lightning I Adjudicators clouded judgments come early bird specials of the old pecking order. Where were we be headed? II Brothers of lightning are we all sun-blocked? Sisters of mourning here now listening to cloudbursts with heartbeat and kindred memory by late-night candlelight. III Love language we be a cloud one conversation between members of one body. by Paul Hsu 7-10-16

Photograph by Paul Hsu Clouds of Unknowing Witnesses Who knows the changes which are still coming When the wind has come and gone will be done What becomes lightness but the open hand by Paul Hsu 7-8-16