February 2022

This post has three parts: a funny re-enactment attempt, a song, and twenty photos from last February for my Calendar series. First, you saw it last year already but I just have to repost this experiment. We had an online carnival last year and bestia had to be the seal. It’s been a while since

New moon book on Monday

Yes, it’s Monday, yes, it’s the new moon, and yes, the book with my moon poem is out now! The Polaris Trilogy: Poems for the Moon with poems selected to travel to the Moon with NASA next year was published by Brick Street Poetry, Inc. and is available through Amazon.com (and regional Amazon websites) here:

Last photos of December and best news of 2022

Yes, this is now. Here are two last photos of the past year taken with my camera and my phone, plus quite an astonishing piece of news. How are you in the new year? We had amore’s father over here in the wilderness of Tuscany, we ate well, there were zero noises from the outside

June 2021

Before this June gets out of hand and out of sight, here are twenty photos from last year’s in memory of the early hot post-pandemic joys. There were two especially memorable days: when I drove north towards Castiglione della Pescaia to visit a new-to-me artistic garden “Viaggio di Ritorno”, the home and playground of scrap

Mercurial

Here is a nonet I wrote yesterday with nine syllables in the first line and one in the ninth. The photos are old but from the heart and slightly mercurial. Mercurial Nine is the times you cried for my love. Eight times I said no and cried back. Seven was not even when six came

Go see me

The moon is from last May, the words from yesterday. Bitter feet want his bed.Together in thousand lies.I ask sweetly:“Go see me.”Goddess waxes the moon away.

Lens-Artists PC: Shadow heroes

Where I live there is a little park. I needed a while but then I realised what is strange about it: there is not a single bench. But there are tall pine trees that cast great shadows. I’m not a fan of black and photo photos (mine, that is) but I thought this photo of

Future means getting old

How can you choose who to vote for if art competes against a country in war? I have just finished watching (sometimes merely listening to) the videos of all 40 countries competing in the Eurovision Song Contest 2022 in Turin (because Italy won last year). The first semi-final will take place next Tuesday. I won’t

Day 21 & Thursday Doors 21/4/22: Ljubljana Bežigrad

Why is it that some things end up together? And why don’t I shoot the doors in Slovenia the same way as in Italy? First the poem, and then the doors with an invitation to write about them. Prompt 21: “This prompt asks you to write a poem in which you first recall someone you

Day 17 & Pic and a Word #309: Dogs

I could write a poem with a line for every dog I’ve ever met… Prompt 17: “This is a fun one – it’s a prompt developed by the comic artist Lynda Barry, and it asks you to think about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about, and then use them as a springboard into wherever