California Notebooks, Sept. 2013

* me decorated with an unexpected smile . I now expect little and live the moment exploring while passing over . I’ve quitted detaining I let motion befalling having no . more addresses, pinheads or pencils I found my self delighted in the last three lines . . Filed under: Poetry

California Notebook, September 2013

* the day will come on which I’ll wear your smile  . when you repeat amused words with my stress marks  . not enough western yet, you insist still holding a european winter trawl .  when I won’t need a heavy coat or snow tires  . when I’ll have everything I need gathered inside my […]

California Notebooks, September 2013

* sitting hushed – heat isn’t the cause  . willfully watchful of this silence pregnant of barely perceptible sounds . the sky one solid color  . velvety wings moving producing no noise they found no obstacle  . not even the hamming birds make noise I rest at last  . desire raises  . not to move […]

Un volo oltre, luglio 2013

* . nostalgia dei primi odori americani . di teli bianchi perfetti mossi da un lieve vento . noi a ridere nudi a raccontarci la vita . appena iniziata insieme, non sapevamo quanto . . Filed under: Poesia

Deep Sea Diaries, August 2013

* . the small land where all the bones lie has a wall of stone and concrete . if I stand on the north side I can see little roads among graves and rooftops of small chapels -far away . south the sea enclosed in its gulf a whole cloud of tiny flies in front […]

Deep Sea Diaries, August 2013

* . the sea sounds roars the cliffs have no fear stand strong and dark . they’ve got their language and moves . I’m foreigner they leave me alone . . Filed under: Poetry

Suggesting Luminesia

I will encourage you to go to this link today . http://2luminesia.wordpress.com/2013/08/11/ourselves-among-others/ . Luminesia is a bilingual blog where my photography students, through a work of IDENTIFICATION with my poetry, interpret the emotions rising within while reading. You can read more about this under Project on the Luminesia’s blog…

Up in Smoke, July 2013

* . the tiniest ant I ever laid eyes on keeps on getting my attention as  . I read this book from the 50s  entrenched with interesting words  . not used anymore I take notes, a letter at a time while she keeps  . on moving up and down around the page – slightly scared […]

Up In Smoke, July 2013

* . not sure if it was the metropolis – and the jungles they hold where we had roamed through . or the islands within the same – we felt alone among thousands I could have . threaded on – not stapled to my own thoughts of failure focusing on some other survival . the […]

Up In Smoke, July 2013

* . unlike touch me, I don’t need contact to receive . and like it I am spread all over tasting a breeze on my skin while smelling the salted mist – held in the air . I shiver a bit from the deep blue pondering we have met and not touch . . Filed […]