Tag Archives: anna mosca

Dreams From The California Notebooks

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showering
under the full moon
each drop a miniature

globe satellite revolving
my breath slowing
with each step

in the garden
eyelids lowering
under the rays

reflecting

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On Dreams

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I was trying to
dilate a dream

connecting deep
taking time

the early afternoon
was suddenly dark

fingers sinking
into it wrenching

walking the mind
dumbfound rounds

and rounds
sleepwalker

on a pitfall
a dive into

nothingness
an upside down

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Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras

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transparency
is something I
share with fish

I’m suspended
at last a gracious
moment they

stick closer if I
hold in stillnes
even more come

what is there
re generation
wisdom shared

I wish I could
last forever in
salty waters

weightless

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More poems of this collection: “Crossing Rivieras” can be found on this blog with the search botton to your right.

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Tra un singulto… video

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A short video (1’02”) of a poem read at the Festival of Literature of Arcore while I was presenting my book “Imputami il peccato di voler sopravvivere”. The book is in Italian only and can be found on Amazon.

Ecco un breve video (1’02”) di una poesia estrapolato dalla presentazione del libro “Imputami il peccato di voler sopravvivere” al Festival della Letteratura di Arcore il 17 Aprile 2016.

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Il libro, scritto solo in italiano, è in vendita nelle migliori librerie come online. E’ stato pubblicato nel 2013.

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Born in a Dream

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I wish to be home
in the desert

wide open to nothingness
waiting

for my own shadows
immobile

vulnerable to the wind
filling me

emptiness and whispers of
far away lands

born in a dream I’m gone
as I write

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A teaser from the new volume of the California Notebooks I’ve been working on…

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Pregnant Cloud, 2015

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I can’t stop
my steps
if every step
charges me up

verses overflowing
I’m the pregnant cloud
ready to pour as I sit
in front of this hot sun

I’ve my own shape
definite contoured
by blue patches

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Italian Summer, Ferragosto 2015

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mid day of August’s
mid month some echoes
of a church service

on a television where
there are very few visions
a small breeze rises

awakening me to
a tiny drip drop
a small precipitation

into myself until
an airplane breaks
the clouds in two

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Whispering, 2016

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I like to think
of my memory
fixed as I age

having a better
recollection of
all it has been

while
never alone
to get broader eyes

looking at the now
and what’s beyond
to see the whole

picture but
all I want indeed
is to have these

beautiful ears
placed as jewels to
decorate me

to hear dogs laughing
and birds singing
to detect clearly

his love whispering
the deep silence

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Stillness And Dances, 2016

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I satisfy myself
in circles of light
stillness and dances

it’s the music
within that slows
us down and we

wonder and return
to these lovely
planes

a step or two
to understanding
the sound

silence broken
by golden lights
we curl up

we are being
picked up

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Calm Waters, 2016

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I dip into these
same calm waters
ahead of me

the mountain
and monumental
the building

where it was
all revealed
one day in my

teens the green
light of life and
the silence

as a solemn
soundtrack making all
things stilled

yet moving in life
a vibration such as
a dancing slow motion

images of bliss here
words are useless
there you need to be

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Curling up, 2016

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It’s the spiral
I know the never
ending

movement
of one circle
after another

it’s that coming
back to that point
from a different

point of view
the lighthouse
over the ocean

the curling
of the waves
the undercurrent

us never still
his voice breathing
out and calling

us in a golden
band a nest of
fingers crossed

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – A Dress Freshly Made, 2016

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we kept
each others
letters

first steps
on the coals
cheering

each other
I used to give
out a lot

all I could
I had long
travels ahead

I always knew
even dreams
were shared

and trimmed
as a dress
freshly made

for the occasion

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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