slowly illness passes

looking at dawn

wind in the eucalyptus

blue hills, colder vale

 

se ud ved daggry

vinden i eukalyptustræerne

blå bakker, koldere dal

 

ao amanhecer

vento nos eucaliptos

colinas azuis, vale mais frio

 

 

 

Boys beating up math teachers 

an old Danish professor

a young woman prone to gaming and music

 

 

Sickness makes me stay at home.

So I fix the things I thought I couldn't

a broken blind

a leak

as I seek to still.

Then, after quiet,

I fill up again

with listening.

 

Pain in right ear

clearly bruxism again

as I grind my way out of worry

for a nephew hospitalized

or the madness of friends

I remind myself

these cannot endure

the returns of

the web, the orbed egg sac

or

the wavering vee

of swans

Zoropsis spinimana

 

 

I hope to find another 

 

As I watch little orb mother

near the sill plants

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hairy Rose Beetle

 Tropinota squalida

hairy rose beetle

 

Crudely painted plaster saints

on folding tables wait -

so many of them!

An old woman prays aloud,

a plea to Saint Rita,

as I trace

mould on the door,

creeping down to the floor

from the water-stained nave.

thoughts, november

What this life listens to - how much terrible noise we humans make.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1

w i n d   p o e m  - V i l a  d ' E s t e

 

early winter storm

nothing rigid will survive

so I strive for bent

flex, arc, crook, curve, bow and now

spring back after, unbroken

2

everywhere

in the house

I am outside

3

N o v e   a n d a r e s

9 nono             não existe

8 oitavo           céu lindo

7 sétimo          cães e pessoas barulhentas

6 sexto            uma aparição

 
5 quinto          silêncio  

4 quarto          ou cozinhas

 

3 terceiro        música do outro tempo

2 segundo       afirmação de boa vontade 

 
1 primeiro      dez mil passos

 
res de chão    grutas e sepulturas

 

 

 

 

  

lua e arvore

 Dezasseis luas já passaram e ainda não consegui sair de sarashina.

438 Basho trans. Joãquim M. Palma

At Obusate I will fall

with no one there at all

even the moon

can't see 

me a tree 

in an agony forest

migrating north

 "Didn't leave much, did she? Not much for a life, is it?" - Vera S6 Ep3 Pt2

 

The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one story become the only story. - Chimamanda Adichie

 

Laotzu might even have said: The wise man is without bones, like water. - Byunh-chul Han, Absence

 

 

prayer

 on this night of fierce howls

help me get through

what's being swept into me

the idiot that I am

has locked herself in a room

seeking refuge

but in reality starving for a silence

away from this wind

that never stops howling my name

wall, walk

Campylopus introflexus Heath star-moss

Polypodium cambricum, the southern polypody, limestone polypody, or Welsh polypody, is a species of fern in the family Polypodiaceae, native to southern and western Europe where it grows on shady rocks, near the coasts of the Mediterranean Basin and in the mountains of Atlantic Europe

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