You've probably noticed that a lot of my imagery
comes from two areas of the world
that I've been very drawn to--
the Mediterranean and the Middle East.
And, here again, you'll hear, not a story,
but images from that region.
"Wild figs."
"Oleander, olive, mint, what have you?
Family, money, and power--
nothing to lose-- charcoal smoke from a taverna.
And never need shoes along these washed shores.
Spit into the sea and shout, divorce.
Come home single and in love with the enemy's young face
at the window.
The suicide bomber has boarded the bus.
You must accompany her to the border.
In the legend, you die expected.
But in this world, there is only practice."