howl, the ever-piercing
gull-eyed gale-mouthed seagods
fill sail bellies
trireme agrunt
fold again, reach
creaking ankaneal
stinking of acetabulum
peak with time and wear
ghosts tired to know
they’re ghosts
would not be relieved by explanation
paused mid arc these days
in unpoetic graphics
in museums, in miniature
ever exhaling
humours and brumes
golden with old
joys scatter sewn
bones and whim and fate
driven fancies
beneath spray and spume and war
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
Inspired choices of language enhance movement and passion to this ‘poetic graphic’. Greatly enjoyed thank you KittyK.
Thank you so much, Mike 🙂