loss quivers in the rib cage
the in-breath
throat catch
staccato rattle
in the lung
the tattoo
of all lives
ever
all things contain the seeds
of their own destruction
the clever ones say
for this world is paradox
we stumble forward
faces twisted backward
peevish at all that time
all the time of others
stolen from us
while we rush
to the end line
of our unknown
time
unquantifiable
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