The self.

May 31, 2016 § 11 Comments


Maybe the self extends past the thin envelope of skin. Maybe it includes the man-made box the body inhabits: the shelf of carefully arranged stones-of-travel, the photos and cut flowers, the wall paint that matches the sky.

Maybe, like magnetism, the self extends out into the yard, to wander among the ferns and grass and the flowering plants passed along by neighbors as slips in Dixie cups of damp earth. « Read the rest of this entry »

Italy is.

May 15, 2016 § 1 Comment


Italy is

this moment’s sky,

framed by

Palladio’s eternal column.

The immovable past

partnered with the





Italy is a beautiful arrangement of


seasonal fruit,

tortes, gelati, masks, hats,

behind a polished

pane of glass.

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