The Nets of God Series

This series references the poem Banding by Suzanne underwood Rhodes   (scroll down to see images)


The nets of God hang in every wild place

to catch the unwary migrant, one with the skull

still soft the journey barely started,

another to fall from the sky on the ten thousandth mile,

but when he holds one of those small terrified

bodies like a jewel between his thumb and forefinger

and unfans the wing to measure it, secretly admiring

the bars he conceived to catch his own hungry eye

and the little claw foot he rings with a coded band

that numbers the feathers and weds him forever

to the pulse in his palm that recalls his own heaving heart

the day he flew into a net and hung there thirsting

in the woods where only a wasp moved, flicking cobalt wings,

when he lets go, when he flings what he has marked

into emptiness, he follows the speck with his eye

to South America and farther, to white unmapped fields

known intimately in the mind of one who flies.

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One Who Flies


One Who Flies II

To White Unmapped Fields

The Fishermen

Cobalt Wings

Nets of God


One With the Skull Still Soft

More images are available upon request.