Feby Joseph (photo provided) Avenues bring us to various crossroads and pathways, some familiar, some new.   Enjoy the work of Feby Joseph. City IV How many times have I done this before? Taken these broken stones to rebuild this broken house. Was this stone ever fresh? Once, when it was whole… maybe That is but a distant memory. Yet. I start fresh – with broken things, The debris of dust and air. The remains of yesterday. I always took a moment to look at the calmness that lay afterwards. At the poignant beauty of destruction The charred remains of a life rewritten Like a tree that grows from a raped stump A few moments of naked brown flesh Then the business of green growth For what else is it but business? This rebuilding of broken lives? If emotions were involved A poem would be uttered at the first end May be a few tears; Then the chapter would be closed – it would be The very last end! The land would be left behind. Not t...