Thank you to one of the readers of my blog, Bonnie Ogle, who has captured some nice images with her response to the topic “concrete language.”  Nice work, Bonnie.  As promised, I have posted a slice of her story and will do so for others whose response to the blog topics merit posting.

Souvenir

by Bonnie Ogle

 I stole a slice of the land and it hangs in my den now. I have my pieces of wood, boomerangs scattered among wallabies, painted by artists who don’t know they’re artists, Aborigines sharing their dreams, ink spotted sand, evoking outback, legends too sacred for words, lying flat, in two dimensions on a square of cardboard mounted on my wall, like a fish caught in the river of my youth, a trophy, but dead now. A dimension lost.