Author Archives: anna mosca

About anna mosca

Artist, poet, photographer, reader, lover, walker, traveler. Feeling in wilderness. Been writing lots of poetry, taking less pictures, teaching a whole lot, traveling less than usual, loving more than allowed, riding public city bikes and not planes, puzzled over paintings. Beside all those forms I am.

Ask Me Not

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let me dance
as the millipede
with no thinking

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ask me not to
quit nor to explain
turn the other side

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if jealousy abides
inside as I praise the
sky as the dance floor

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, published in 2016 on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!

Keep On Walking

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our venturesome
walks are the cause
me I can’t stay
put too long

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walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me

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it was probably
because grandpa

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explained everything
to me then – I got it

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the habit of asking why
exacting answers

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even when
the questions
are larger than I
I keep on walking

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, I published in 2016 on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!

November 1st

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November 1st early
morning past sunrise
I’m out in the middle
of the deserted road

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I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there

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my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me

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I’ve got a couple of hours
a couple of water bottles and
some mountains to follow here’s
peace before my Sunday starts

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From the poetry collection California Notebooks 02 now on sale.

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Pensive Hazel Eyes

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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where

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perfumes sail to
the clouds away

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from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02 Click on the title or the link to get your own copy.

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Esserci – California Notebooks 02

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Sundays are dedicated to Italian poetry. See link at the bottom of the page. Tuesdays posts will be in English.

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esserci
un giorno

dove il suono delle
ali delle farfalle

può essere ascoltato
disteso su un sorriso

vigile ai mutamenti
del mio corpo

stupore della gratitudine
mi incrino un poco

alla volta a vita
più profonda

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Almost Gone

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I like to see
things from afar

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to climb hills or
even stairs

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see things in
their right

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importance
little

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not available
for grabs

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me up there
where I should be

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almost gone
totally here

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02 Click on the title to get your own copy.

Stand Always

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stand always
at the beginning of things

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keep that attitude
as your compass in life

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you are never at the
end it will never be

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the end of the world
but always for us

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the beginning
of anything new

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This poem is in the first volume of “California Notebooks”.

To get your own copy click here

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The Sun – California Notebooks 02

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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed

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it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out

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I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may

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join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away

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suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye

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as I sit speechless

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Sunny Awakenings

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was dreaming of

sunny awakenings

sweet cuddling and words

few – tight together

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was getting out to say

good morning – gratitude

will not fail me

a smile in spite

of everything

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I will hold

happiness

between

my hands

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A/C estiva – Riepilogo del diario di sei mesi in cinque parti – La vita é complicata.

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Sunday Posts are dedicated to Italian poetry. Read the English vrs of this poem on last Tuesday post.

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1.

mi sono dovuta fare

la A/C questa estate

non ho avuto scelta

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non quella che rinfresca

quella che brucia dentro

ossia la chemioterapia

rossa non di meno

così la chiamano

all’estero Red Devil

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2.

dopo una primavera

assai turbolenta

prima la diagnosi

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poi i risultati dei test

sempre il contrario di

quello in cui speravo

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poi le metastasi in corso

e fortuna che il mio non era veloce

poi il ricovero e la chirurgia

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3.

poi il ricovero dalla chirurgia

i drenaggi infiniti e gli edemi

e l’infezione all’espansore

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ecco siamo riusciti ad arrivare

giusto entro il tempo massimo

alla terapia medica necessaria

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considerata la natura difficile

delle cellule mutate nel buio

del mio corpo perfetto lo credevo

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4.

questa A/C è l’inferno

dentro di te portatile pensa

sale per le vene e gira

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dentro tutto il corpo

aggredisce ogni cellula

bruciando e si sente

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tu cerchi di vivere

che sarà mai sto a riposo

ma passi il tempo

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ad avvertire allarmi

ad osservare cosa succede

nella parte centrale

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del tuo povero corpo

un pianeta in fiamme tutto brucia

una società invasa

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presa a difendersi

a liberarsi confusa trattiene rilascia

navighi piena di nausea

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che tutto si muove

tranne tu che devi restare ferma

al buio all’ombra

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che non c’è – perché fuori è estate – torrida pure

tutti sono in vacanza al mare o al fresco

e tu creatura solare per vivere

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hai preso l’A/C e sei rimasta a casa

con la nausea ma non da barca

con le vampate ma non da spiaggia

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tramutata in chi fugge la luce e il calore

che sembrano essere la fiamma

che accende il gas che gira nelle vene

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5.

esco dopo il tramonto poco

se riesco a far due passi e due chiacchiere

per il resto osservo e perdo

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cellule le buone e le disubbidienti

e l’ordine che avevo sempre avuto

a livello digestivo e intestinale

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osservo perplessa questa guerra

amplificata io credevo il peggio

sarebbe stata la chirurgia

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è quasi come osservare la terra

consumarsi nei conflitti da lontano

anche sopra perdo divento luna

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sul cuscino non più le costellazioni

distese nelle notti serene

dei miei lunghi capelli bianchi

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ora trovo i pochi capelli rasi

poi sarò lucida e di forma nuova

anche a quello dovrò abituarmi

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alla fine di questa mutazione

completa che non ha tralasciato

nulla del mio corpo che luce avrò

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Summer A/C – A Six Months Diary Recollection In Five Parts – Life Is Complicated

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I had to get A/C

this summer

I had no choice

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not the one that refreshes you

the one that burns inside

called chemotherapy

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red not the least

that’s how they call it

abroad Red Devil

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2.

after a springtime

quite upsetting

first the diagnosis

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then the tests results

always the opposite

of what I was hoping for

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the metastasis going

thank goodness mine was a slow one

the hospitalization the surgery

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3.

came recovery from surgery

infinite the time of the drainages and edemas

and the infection at the expander inserted

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we made it just in time

right by the wee day to get to

the medical therapy necessary

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considered the difficult nature

of the cells mutated in the darkness

of my perfect body as I saw it

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4.

this A/C is hell

inside of you the portable one

it goes in up your veins all around

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inside your body

attaching every single cells

you can feel it scorching them

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you try to go on with your day

– I will rest I will get over this –

but you spend your time

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listening to set off alarms

to observe what is going on

now in the central part

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of your poor body

a planet on fire every thing burning

a country invaded

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busy to defend itself

to free itself confused holds in and release

you sail – filled up with nausea

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every thing moves

but not you – you have to be still

in the dark in the shadow

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nowhere to be found it’s the torrid summer

everyone is on holiday at the sea or where is fresh

and you child of the sun – to live –

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you got your A/C and you stayed home

with nausea but not from a boat

hot flashes but not from the beach

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transformed in the fugitive of light and heat

as they seem to be the unnecessary flames

that lights the gas in my veins

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5.

I go out after sunset a bit

if I manage four steps and a bit of a chat

otherwise I observe I lay and lose

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the good cells and the disobeying ones

the digestive and intestinal

order I have always had so far

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I observe perplexed this war

my body lives amplified

I though surgery was the worse part

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almost as observing earth

from far away consuming itself in conflicts

on my top I become the moon

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on my night pillow I don’t spread any more

the constellations of the serene nights

of my long white hair scattered

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now I find the stubs of my very short hair

what is left until I will be shiny on top with a new shape

I will have to get used to that too

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at the end of this complete makeover

that would not leave anything unturned

what light will ever shine out of me

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