here lies a tameness
that hasn’t known wild long since the last
wolf and oak were sewn
into the bearers and joists
of Hampton Court
even the deer have gone to seed
vestiges of the hunted
almost a want
in the staccato movements
head up, ear twitch
to see the bear in the cyclist
azaleas garden sweet spring-sprung
chestnut stands uncoppiced, unblighted by gall wasps
king-fit to my right a line of poplars
three with a space
for a fourth
grass is raked free of all but a duck’s feather
sky powdered celeste
boredom borders this predictability i lived
it and left for viney things that tangle my ankles
tongue trip me, sticky, tick-ridden
my nose tunes for something feral
reminders sings in the leaves here
poems, prose and pathways
Writer | Artist
Fatos e Curiosidades sobre a natureza e tecnologia
Meditations on Art and Life
"per l' allegria il pianeta nostro è poco attrezzato. Bisogna strappare la gioia ai giorni futuri "
a resource for moving poetry
Linking collage work to the meaning of personal and universal symbols.
This is my adventurous story about buying, designing, and renovating homes in ITALY
We yearn for the adventure and then in turn yearn for the commonplace
i love when adventure is commonplace; i love coming home xx