While in Italy I started a number of poems. The following three poems were begun in Sardinia and were observations of or responses to festival offerings. around the grove the trees speak discreet words from a sonorous voice disembodied poems overlapping images knotted phrases insistent love forgotten promises remembered betrayal […]
In my last days in Italy, I was amidst an interesting crossroads of history and art. The last city I performed in was Desenzano, a city that edges Garda, Italy’s largest lake in the region of Lombardi. It is written that in the first century this was a favorite vacation […]
When does a person become an artist and not simply a person who at times creates art? In music it requires a certain attainment of skills to simply play music and then the line is formed as professional or an amateur musician, lines that do not necessarily reflect on one’s […]
On Saturday September 3 Rafaella Marzano and Sergio Iagulli of Casa della Poesie and I flew to Sardinia for their Fall Literary Festival. The banner roughly translates to “New Year of the Poets” because in Sardinia the beginning of Fall after the summer harvest is considered the beginning of a […]
A nation calls the world of poetry to the microphone. A nation empowers poets across four generations calling us forth from five continents and twenty-six countries with the poets hailing from Venezuela, Argentina, the Bahamas, Bolivia, Germany, Chile, China, Colombia, South Korea, Cuba, Ecuador, El Salvador, Spain, the United States, […]
Last year close to today I was preparing to go to Venezuela to be a part of the 10mo Festival Mundial de Poesia: canto comÚn (10th Annual World Festival of Poetry). Hugo Chavez had died that year and much of the nation was still in mourning at his passing […]
