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…
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* we all do what we know best . God sees no bottom he sees now clear . we hold no guilt he says, cause we felt not . he coughs as a dog who just shitted . others may step on . dark eyes set narrow and near he still carries . I don’t […]
Video poetry from the selected poem “This Time No Words”, belonging to the collection The London Hours. Poetry and project Anna Mosca, Editing by Anna Facchinetti, photos by Luminesia (see credits), music by Federico Villa. Poem was posted on July 26th 2012 and can be read at: http://annamosca.wordpress.com/2012/07/26/the-london-hours-2012-41/…
* to meet a man with not past . of no recent past better a man . that doesn’t call past what is . present that knows his tenses . to meet a man with a past that . made him vulnerable yet . secure to take risks in spite of . to be that […]
* . She called to say Venus in Sagittarius beware I replied is it so we’ll see and strode through town fast wheels on ice ’till I got to steps and he was coming up on me . . Filed under: Poetry
* there must be a reason if wheels move me . name road camper or trip I’m long gone I follow . the ones who go before me no hesitation those are the ones I choose . bony and matter fo fact raiders of clouds and no pockets hands on me eyes ahead . stop […]
* should have taken one picture as I walked in . bed spread tight all folded and straight me dog tired . before a long hot shower cramped in one tomorrow with everything I own . spreaded wastly around a colorful explosion . I will walk around picking up the pieces stepping on geography . […]
* we kept on laughing red faces embarrassment a shade of excitement a glow of joy forgetting the reason we met for extending time to investigate new haircut skin tones eyes shy probing as with fingers . it has been a while I’m sure you were counting the years I was not . hands suspended […]
* we are not in the race how do others run so persistently we recognize each other by a few comments . doomed to freedom . handicapped by too many falls we are pros not amateurs the intended and the unintentional . no one is as beautiful as we are unique almost original . . […]
* routine is good a shelter to my heart a time of secret tenderness went to swim in the morning new beauty welcomed me piercing the sound underwater large the company joyful exile Filed under: Poetry