Of passports, animals, and flip-books

(first published on the Passaport Project blog)   Need I remind you of each and every bird as it flies over, and now sits, on a closed border gate? Even if it’s small as a sparrow, its tail is abroad while its beak is still at home. And if that weren’t enough, it keeps fidgeting! …

Seeds (March against Mons****)

In my hands the palette of the world: gold in the soya, silver in the rice, tomorrow I’ll submit a patent on the dew. Such is my nature, my star, my patron saint, and such is the multinational taste of my name on everyone’s plate. (from the poem Seeds) Vietnamese children, after exposure to the dioxin …