Valcamonica; the last mountain (#WritePhoto)

August 2015 travelogue: Valcamonica, Italy The last mountain I climbed was a place I saw art that has spoken to our kin over millennia. It still offers a signpost to wonderers and wanderers today.  I won’t kid around, the journey was hard; I could hardly walk, even then, plus my asthma wasn’t under control but…

Forgotten Eve

Hear this modern Eve,

where the apple slices sharp

the wax drowns new wicks

swallowing the knife of words

watch a candle cut to flame,

choaked, a blessing came

with an absence of honey;

uttered without tune

where weary throats broke quavers

on past moons, hope a sliver.

Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Lost Words

losing words and dates again, I laugh when I have trouble with a form but part of me is frightened, my neurology is not the norm, never was, but this dense fog is getting deeper;   first I cannot read as I lose focus, my thoughts loop, as I infer what I inferred before before…

Candles & Questions

One of two poems:

we lit candles after

their names and tales on our ears

flames flickering, like souls.

Signals

I love the rain spiral

senses encompassing animation,

satellite clouds, and clouds

displayed in white

in grey telemetry, 

You love, the soft rain at night,

cold and warmth, tickle soft matter,

the interplay between pressure,

a means of guiding

receptors

placed in the injured part,

in this work, we fabricate one

love the just, visible,

forecast invisible intensity

from sunset to sunrise,

both play a role,

signals traveling

a spinal radar,

ignoring the pain

we love for the last hour,

signals from the skin;

low-symmetry particles 

with shapes, spirals,

spirals, spirals,

yellow altitudes,

fluid, few to overcast

blue, blue, blue

gusts are green,

you, love,

the spiral …

Do Say

Do say, don’t abate,
unleash that sly stream of hate;
feign each injury
is just advise to cure me.

Capillary

Networked capillaries of clans and communities I trace in veins and vessels between their names; Vines intersecting countries, lands and seas, Continents, identities, traced outlines remain In structured forms, appellations a form of poetry Transposed into diagrams and portrait frames; An ordinance; a curation of collective entity Respiring like lungs, paths criss-cross domains Somewhere in…