We similarly confront the moon, dulled by it Thick with it, the water cauled by her light, Barren with her blood. “I was not myself, myself.” In our everyday dutifulness […]

10. In autumn, the mist, the dampness paints an Afternoon lead-grey, right after the storm, The motive ready, given to the foreign observer, The uber-northener, a man of angst, Munch, […]

9. Words do not suffice to convey something as un-utterable as this. Our minds try to wrap material objects and misty experiences with the cloth of speech and dictionary-sourced terms—it […]

2092. Santorini elegy, 9 9. The breadth of words is not enough wide To define the ordinariness, the “dailiness” Of the moment. To hold something as ineffable as this; what […]

8. In a fleeting moment, in the flash of a passing mini-second. Wondering if that is the life to be; a quick jot down in the annals of history, a […]

8. The moment was fleeting, the passing Flash was quick; jotting down just One line, or one image, not be that Our life. A landscape full of small untidiness, And […]

Santorini elegy, 7.a 7. The whole scene had something so electrically charged. The ordinariness of the delightful scene hid very cleverly its uniqueness. The sight, at its very core, so […]

7. A tense scene, the existential questions, A vision of the ordinary quite unique, Matter and spirit clashing, whispering nature, Grown sweet and self-confident on the flattery, Unneeded, Of small […]

6. The pacified water-top is moist and replete with hope; the autumn nebulae shake off, in violent spasms, their very last drops of heavy rain. Arid slopes have drank the […]

6. The remnants of the heavy clouds were still Violently shaking off their last drops of autumn Rain, dusting with droplets the arid slopes, Sprinkling over the, by now, calmed […]