Archive for September, 2017
The fountain outside Hartford’s municipal building was gleaming when I passed by. I put it in the center of the image. Is that OK with you?
Source: Naples and Hartford in Season: Fountain at Hartford’s Municipal Building
Helen’s footsteps
morning, noon, and night,
no matter the season
Donna Fleischer
September 30, 2017
floating the afternoon
on this raft
still unemployed
by Marsh Muirhead, Author (USA) her cold martini
Source: Daily Haiku: Sept. 30, 2017 | Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog
Ongoing reflections on an okupation in Lisbon (continuing a discussion) … The essay below, which we share in translation, is by Tiago F. Duarte, a member of the Assembleia de occupação de Lisbon…
Source: Voices from an okupation: The assembleia de occupação de Lisboa | Autonomies
Photo by Chief National Guard Bure | CC BY 2.0
Puerto Rico is dying.Let those words sink in.Three and a half million people are without power, water, fuel, food, and support. This isn’t some uninhabited atoll. This is where I grew up. This is where my family lives. This is my home.And my home is dying. More
Bill Cooper
solar eclipse
a speck of water lettuce
on the frog’s eye
Gary Eaton
the secret life
of a saucer of milk
new moon
Jennifer Hambrick
summer heat
the 2 a.m. taste
of this screen
Jack Galmitz
She was old
and the dog’s leash
was long and leather.
e malamute in human years looked even older.
She bore out
as they got closer.
When I reached them
she stopped and I patted
her head, rubbed under her chin and along her mouth
that was dribbling.
I took a few steps
and when I turned around
I saw that she was bounding
a little.
at’s all it takes:
to be loved for a minute.
Valentina Meloni
from Nanita
copyright © 2017 Valentina Meloni
Il vento porterà via lontano queste
foglie, le lascerà cadere vicino a te.
Quando le prenderai nelle tue mani
ricorda di leggere le piccole poesie
scritte tra le nervature. Io sono lì.
The wind will carry away these leaves,
it will bring them close you.
When you take them in your hands
remember to read the little poems
written between ribs. There I am.
Otata 22
(Click on the links below to read otata 21 (September 2017) — Valentina Meloni — nanita otata 22 (October 2017) from otata’s bookshelf John Perlman, Gathering the Backyard Seeds Ξ Otata…)
The Wings of Daylight
W. S. Merwin
Brightness appears showing us everything
it reveals the splendors it calls everything
but shows it to each of us alone
and only once and only to look at
not to touch or hold in our shadows
what we see is never what we touch
what we take turns out to be something else
what we see that one time departs untouched
while other shadows gather around us
the world’s shadows mingle with our own
we had forgotten them but they know us
they remember us as we always were
they were at home here before the first came
everything will leave us except the shadows
but the shadows carry the whole story
at first daybreak they open their long wings
Butterfly Dream: Cliff’s Edge Haiku by Elliot Nicely
Posted: 29 Sep 2017 05:01 AM PDT
where words fail pines along the cliff’s edge
Kokako, 22, 2015
Elliot Nicely
Chinese Translation (Traditional)
文字無法表達之處沿著懸崖邊緣的松樹
Chinese Translation (Simplified)
文字无法表达之处沿著悬崖边缘的松树
translation by Chen-ou Liu
word pond 