Are these the End Times? Or has it only just begun? Be as it may, there is a storm coming. First the poem. Read the title as a companion to “grumble grumble”. Contemple contemple Con temple, con tempi, with times. I hear say that these … Continue reading Pic and a Word #160: Contemplate this
I shall never forget how upon moving to Italy my parents told me that I lived in the middle of nowhere. Finally. Emptiness. Where are you? When will you return? I turn my back when they arrive and run home to emerging nothingness when they … Continue reading Pic and a Word #153: My emptiness
Today a special door selection from my first blog, of doors that caught the eye of our Thursday Doorman. “The day I set foot in Rome and start exploring for doors… well I don’t know if I’ll ever leave the place.” This was the comment … Continue reading Thursday Doors, 13/9/18: Norm mix I.
Let’s forget about Slovenia for a moment and return to my Costa d’Argento (Silver Coast) in the south of Tuscany. Cosa might mean What? in Italian but it’s also an ancient historic site and that’s where I was headed a month ago on an open-door day. How … Continue reading Thursday Doors, 12/7/18: Ansedonia
Before June is over, here is a look at last year’s as is my habit. As you will see, it had a girly feel. With all their visitors and views and vibrations, spring and summer months are so hard to pin down in twelve images, … Continue reading June 2017
I almost forgot to post my lines for the WPC this week. So two posts a day it must be. I’ll let the photos speak for themselves today, only locations in the captions. These are the lines of my life, only the dog leash is … Continue reading WPC: Life lines
This post is part of my Calendar 2017 with twelve photos from last April. Each photo is accompanied by a little something. Let’s not call it either poetry or prose but merely words. For the curious, the three previous Calendar 2017 months are assembled here. … Continue reading Day 28: April 2017 postcards
Challenge 1: “Write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure.” April 1st To disclose a secret shame a secret pleasure. A sure plea. If not for help then for attention. What to say what to admit? There is so … Continue reading Day one: Secrets
You can be a tour guide, just for one day. You can be an editor too. A translator. Layout lass. Director of photography. A copywriter. The boss. The secretary. You, blogger, are all of these and more, all in one. And now a tour guide … Continue reading WPC: A guide for one day
In my quest to get closer to the flamingos in Orbetello lagoon, I found some other beasts as well. Every time I’m grocery shopping, I throw them wishful looks and they laugh at me from too far away for my zoom. I promised them to … Continue reading WPC: Silence!