Italy

  • leaflets on the wild rose sparrow

     

    do not listen I speak, I speak, winter sunset

     

  • rain at dusk
    from the neighbor's flat
    the sound of a blender 

     

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    I walk in the volume 
    of the headphones

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    clouds gather the solitude of the lightning

  • dinner's ready
    the call center guy offers
    a worthless fab discount

     

    gala dinner
    the fight between etiquette
    and chopsticks

  • election results
    the nearby church
    sounds the death knell


    news shared online
    the abuse of
    emoticon hearts

  • grandma’s silk fan
    her slow-paced
    tales

    NHK Haiku Masters website, runner-up on September 2017

  • closed umbrella...
    a slice of moon
    on the sidewalk


    ombrello chiuso …
    una fetta di luna
    sul marciapiede



    mist...
    her eyes look without
    seeing me anymore


    cala la nebbia …
    i suoi occhi mi fissano
    senza vedermi



    edge of day... 
    the stars light up
    one by one


    fine del giorno … 
    s’accendono le stelle
    ad una ad una 

     

  • olive fields-
    the tents of migrants
    under the snow

      

    cold polar-
    blanket of cardboard
    of the beggar

     

    oriental spices-
    inside the old bazaar
    I find a bit of home

     

    in the suitcase
    the smells of the earth-
    a long journey

  • moon eclipse
    so brief
    the life of a moth


    spring equinox
    the smell of snow
    disappearing


    knotted branches
    the forgotten nest
    of a heron


    cold wind
    the loneliness
    of fallen leaves


  • far thunder-
    how long without hearing
    a reproach

    tinywords 29.11.2017

  • The only thing I wanted was to make my migraine bearable, so I thought of the tonic that grandmother used for most of her diseases, including headaches. She kept it locked up in the pantry in a finely painted bottle. It smelled like kerosene. So I held my breath and swallowed a large glass in one go. In a matter of moments my eyes got cloudy and I started coughing. Those were just some of the "side effects" of my grandmother's famous medication. 

    two fingers of vodka -
    the Virgin Mary statue
    smiling at me

  • in each phrase
    the name of her son-
    cicada shell


    plic ploc _
    a tap drips
    the infinity


    salami sandwich -
    the boar's footsteps
    scented with moss


  • rosemary…
    the mechanical shovel
    flattens the dunes

     

    commuter's train -
    awakening
    of a dirty periphery

     

  • sixth of June
    the rancid aftertaste
    of my ice cream

    MHP Academy – June 6th, Quickie Writing Challenge -first place

  • deleted spaces
    of an ancient fresco --
    winter fields