David Ades: So, This Is What It Is
I am like a child who has wandered off
and doesn’t know the way back,
or an old man, disoriented, not even alarm
crossing the blank canvas of his face.
November 11, 2025 · 4 Comments
David Ades: Nothing and Everything
Man, what an induction you gave me,
rolling that joint of fresh Sumatran grass
on the little deck of a longhouse
overlooking Lake Toba
November 8, 2022 · 2 Comments
