These Advent days are busy for the Poor Clare nuns in the convent because it is prayer time. Unless there is something absolutely urgent silence is required and they will not answer any calls from the outside. Then there is also the cake preparation. Selling cakes is a good source of income and all the… Continue reading Hawaiian Dolls
Moon Fisherboy
Someone unplugged and unscrewed the moon and the stars. They were stolen away from us and we were left with a dark blanket, covering the surface of the Earth, under which we must live our lives. Amid the darkness, in the sky of a salted night, some of us sit by the same old sea,… Continue reading Moon Fisherboy
The Clock Of Risk
Some people wanted to pull backward the enormous hands of a ticking clock but what they did not realise was that the clock of risk was inevitable and that sometimes there’s no other choice but to stand on the right side of history when we are to defend human rights. © December 2018… Continue reading The Clock Of Risk
Prison
Last night I dreamt Of incarceration. I was locked in a room With some other people. White walls, barred window. We heard sounds. Someone was coming. “Shh”, I said, Creeping through the floor As snakes do. The door opened and We saw our keepers. Three tickets to freedom Were given to the others. They looked… Continue reading Prison
The Shower Of Dreams
Bright stars shine above you in a quiet peaceful night. You enter the pool too wanting to feel great delight. The warmth of the water embraces you against the cold you are a dreamwalker ready for secrets to unfold. Water is pure illumination little palm trees surround you. Feel the million bubbles sensation your eyes… Continue reading The Shower Of Dreams
A Raindrop In Your Desert – 2nd version of an improved poem thanks to poet Donald Standeford’s collaboration
I am a dew drop in your desert You are a pearl in my ocean In this groaning world It’s either dust or turbulent waters. You’d die of thirst I’d wish to die in a raging flood But long ago the flood found me By deceit I was swept away By this neoliberal world. Unveiling… Continue reading A Raindrop In Your Desert – 2nd version of an improved poem thanks to poet Donald Standeford’s collaboration
The final departure 2/2
Part 2 Kyrta’s mother had written a long text to be read at the ceremony. Nonetheless she said she was unable to read it aloud. Kyrta knew no one else would be able to do it. The text was all about her father’s life story. It seemed so important for her to pay him this… Continue reading The final departure 2/2
