The photo above is exactly as it was taken, in the name of all that doesn’t need any changes. The gallery below has more of such creatures, some more surprising than others. But first, a poem of how it used to be three days ago … Continue reading Pic and a Word Challenge #167: Ruckus in the still of the morning
Get that moon off of my face. Written yesterday, on a day when How do you do? is the wrong question. Solstice Red rivers on the full moon. Texture: vicious viscous. War inside my body, Rorschach test in my pants. Man is fearful for a … Continue reading Pic and a Word Challenge #166: Texture – war
Step right in. Or better not. Hotstepper Steps taken steps missed steps landed step-sis steps wanted steps stopped steps welcome steps not. Step wisely step well look closely beware forget not: you’re hot heavy clumsy destructive mess. Written to hiphop-dub-old school beats that I’m testing. … Continue reading Pic and a Word Challenge #165: Hotstepper
While spying on the spies and evading landing spaces, here is Nietzsche’s take on heights with a little bonus from me. “Before my highest mountain I stand, and before my longest wandering: to that end I must first go down deeper than ever I descended: … Continue reading Pic and a Word #164: Sunk to new heights
If not made by hand, then surely hand operated and without a doubt hand taken. Nostalgia For all the hands little and big that ran out of time. For the fingers that pressed all the right buttons and wrapped around the loved ones when the … Continue reading Pic and a Word #163: Out of hand
This poem has my favourite band on the soundtrack and a promise of sun around the bend. This is Pearl Jam and their most Mediterranean sounding song from my favourite album of theirs, No Code. Below is my poem as a result of the week … Continue reading Pic and a Word #162: Around the bend
Live and let die, and then remember. Let’s go all poetic today. Do you know how you sometimes can’t tell exactly what a Latin proverb means? Is memento mori remember the dead or remember to die? In any case, I see it as the imperative … Continue reading Pic and a Word #161: Remember to die
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
In words: a cheeky view of my current life. In images: a look back at how we stormed the Alps this August in search of the blue chapel. Rugged life My life is so rugged right now. These 30 degrees C are ruining my winter … Continue reading Pic and a Word #159: Rugged life
I never combine challenges but this week they made me do it. Something big for Lens-Artists and giant for Pic and a Word coming up. I’m going to include: a quotation (instead of my usual Pic and a Word poem) and thank Patrick for it, … Continue reading Lens-Artists PC & Pic and a Word 158: Up on a Giant
El Pastel It’s as if the pinks and blues only get to play early in the morning or late in the day. Whoever came up with this gender segregation must be slightly upset every time the sun sets or rises and the colours display how … Continue reading Pic and a Word #157: El pastel
Yesterday I spent travelling by myself. No wonder I was thinking of you. Your kind of love Today I’m taking your daily train route, all 100 minutes of it. Just right for a good film. So I stare out. We go past the lake. Do … Continue reading Pic and a Word #156: Your kind of love
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
Fire is back. First ten years throughout then five years without. Battling invisible guys or while looking them in the eyes. I thought the fire is gone but I see it’s only just begun. The game is tarok. It can be played in threes and … Continue reading Pic and a Word #152: Fire is back
This summer, for no particular reason, I found myself graveyard-hopping. It must be because cemeteries are full of poetic details. Or “little touches of humanity that you find”, according to Emma Cownie. Isn’t that the loveliest way to put it? Thank you! All these were … Continue reading Pic and a Word #151: Grave details
After two months in my Slovenia I have only two words: thank you. I know that this challenge is called Pic and a Word but as usually I’m exaggerating: many more words and pictures than one on how my gratitude feels and looks like. Words … Continue reading Pic and a Word #150: Gr-attitude
I had several internal giggles observing this summer’s advertising campaign of Slovenian second city. Took some guts to pitch it and win. So for this week’s Pic and a Word challenge I choose glimpses of it from two locations, with an explanation in a sort … Continue reading Pic and a Word #149: Epic Maribor
Another tribute to my celebrating sister and all who cook since feeding others is a gesture of true love for humanity. This is how my sister prepared for her party last night: by making three kinds of savoury pastry called burek, one with potatoes, one … Continue reading Pic and a Word #148: Nice gesture
Every time I return to this garden that my parents tend in Piran, Slovenia, where their surprising second home has grown, I wonder what we have done to deserve it. The Garden of Eden and Druga* Permaculture, they call it. It’s been explained as live … Continue reading Pic and a Word #147: Organic
Greetings from Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia. The sky is changing all the time, which is how we like it. This way it is neither too hot nor too gloomy. First the poem of how I knew I was no longer in Tuscany. Clouds in my … Continue reading Pic and a Word #146: Clouds in my city
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