12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

the doe

dawn deliquesced a rose dissolved on the tongue of the sun i, walking, ears brined, eyes  watering. a deer and her fawn crossed in front of me though i carved myself … Continue reading

December 8, 2015 · 8 Comments

unbutton

threadbare, dragging curiosity across a world I came here outrageous as any chimera, laconic as a cat poked all through with whimsy the memory mimes without geography unbidden unbuttons my … Continue reading

July 21, 2015 · 2 Comments

Poet Absconded

Well, I skipped tradition this April and missed NaPoWriMo. I’m yet to finish reading through the entries from fellow poets I follow, which may take days, or even weeks. When … Continue reading

May 6, 2015 · Leave a comment

Amalgam

I am well past the mark where life became normal didn’t see it happen though I hawked eyes propped and like sleep it glided in struck from behind like an … Continue reading

June 30, 2014 · 2 Comments

Social network burnout, Writers group, Gratitude

So, I’m at a writerly crossroads – and I know a good handful of writers and artists who are feeling the same. It’s the same old conundrum: On one hand, … Continue reading

June 20, 2014 · Leave a comment

bird crazy spring

caterpillar pumps across my path I wish I’d brought a pen here this phone is foreign words come fast fall away my view sighs when i lose my feet to … Continue reading

May 10, 2014 · 2 Comments

NaPoWriMo • 29 April • the probable truth of space / la verità probabile di spazio

NB: A traditional Haiku (5, 7, 5 syllables) is an experiment in Italiano and took 5 stanzas and a fair bit of rearranging to follow through. Un Haiku tradizionale (5, … Continue reading

April 30, 2014 · 2 Comments

NaPoWriMo • 23 April • The Bear / L’Orso

habit travels veins tradition byways frisson of lanes, thoughts make their fun a little time taken to free in this fashion caught as they were for a time like the … Continue reading

April 23, 2014 · 2 Comments

NaPoWriMo • 22 April • Luciano

l’unico figlio, il più giovane di sette forte, un torello sospira pazienza esiste tempo per lui come pacchetti di parole venerdì madre colazione gli chiediamo consigli, perché non si pensa … Continue reading

April 23, 2014 · Leave a comment

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