For Berta Caceres

A river has no name..the sound it knows of wind
And moonlight..
It’s singing self..
It’s long memory
Bereft of longing..
Full of human invasion
Human crossings
Animal crossings..

Rests in its essential movements..

Shaman know..

It is possible for a river
To sing inside a soul..

It is you..

For berta caceres

From the stronghold
5 March 2016IMG_0094



In the spirit of collaboration and friendship, poet Lance Henson, and I began a blog devoted to his poetry and writing with occasional artworks.

Our intention was not to illustrate his works or to interpret my artworks but simply to inspire and encourage each other in an ongoing dialogue.

Most of our collaboration has been based on his poems past and current with my artworks added but not done in direct response to his words.

Below are the first results of a new strategy, in which I sent images and requested poems from Lance.


they move
between the walled boundaries of metaphor
their wings dripping on our windows
the eyes of flowers trembling in a vicinity of returns
we watch
for signs of passing….

*Hahnomma: tsistsistas word for bee.

©2014 Lance Henson

©2014 Barbara Bartlett

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Renowned Ghanian poet, and my good Brother, Kofi Awoonor, has been killed in the Nairobi mall massacre.

This is for him.

now your words have entered
a frontier known only to poets
in our collective
of wind….

for Kofi
Central Italy
September 27, 2013

©2013 Lance Henson



these ones have been

                                             here before
double eyelids

burnt light

                    on their roughened hands…

fingernail moon
foggia, southern Italy
august 11, 2013


©2013 Lance Henson (poem)

©2013 Barbara Bartlett (images)


there will be this wind of voices
coming with us
in the parts of us that cannot die….

moth said this…

May 26, 2013
Lance Henson

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Text: ©Lance Henson 2013
Art: ©Barbara Bartlett 2013

Emos est se haa’e (One who whispers softly)

Emos est se haa’e, One who Whispers Softly, and its mirror name, Wind who Whispers Softly, represent the transitional times of dawn and dusk. These events contain a small spirit wind. This spirit wind offers a small door allowing the transporting of prayer toward and into both domains of the all-creator.

This name, in the language of the Tsistsistas (Cheyenne), was given by Lance to his wife, journalist Silvana Fracasso and is also the title of an upcoming publication in 2013.

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All text: ©2013 Lance Henson
Art: ©2013 Barbara Bartlett