the river that rose

sittin on the banks of the tevere watchin the waters churn beneath pale blue sky round isola tiberina with it's steps covered in sand from the river that rose to wash out arches of bridges, to carry off debris from city to sea, to splash walls tagged with graffiti, to ornament the limbs of trees with rubbish.

view of the tevere from west bank of isola tiberina, 20 february 2019, 3:00pm

view of the tevere from west bank of isola tiberina, 20 february 2019, 3:00pm

a ray of sun shines through a sweetgum tree and i think of hourglasses turned over on picnic tables, windmills spinning in rolling fields, hamsters running inside of wheels, faucets dripping in empty sink basins. a seagull squawks over your shoulder and you look up to see an oil lamp burning in a pigeon's perch. a rat climbs into your canoe so you dip oar in and paddle.

fruit hanging heavy in the late-winter sun, via casilina, 22 february 2019, 11:30am

fruit hanging heavy in the late-winter sun, via casilina, 22 february 2019, 11:30am

funny how a single leaf hanging from a broken limb shudders in the breeze. also funny how a bug can crawl in your ear and let out a moan. some nights the chickens scratch at my throat and others i've got bats roosting in my rib cage. most days i'm sangin but today i'm a steady hum.

ants, opossums, rats & pigeons

followed a trail of ants to the balcony today and thought of bees crawling up rocking chairs with pollen fallin from their pockets like lint. like when i spent a week in the woods of north georgia with a pile of books, a laptop, pen and pad, 5 gallons of water, 8 bottles of wine, 1 pound of coffee and enough food to live on til i came down the mountain, belly rumblin. mostly lentils and rice with seasonings and hot sauce, but also smoked sockeye salmon and olives, dark rye and baguette, pecans and cheese. spent my days writing and reading, sitting on the porch, shoutin Spanish rooster calls from the railroad ties, KIRIKIKI. passed nights with a bottle of wine and a roaring fire in the pot-bellied stove, listening to opossums falling from the branches overhead and landing on the tin roof in a thud, their bodies sliding down the metal and scurrying off into the leaves.

for every pigeon with a stoop, via casilina, 31 january 2019, 7:44am

for every pigeon with a stoop, via casilina, 31 january 2019, 7:44am

may we all be opposums hanging by our tails from limbs. or rats crawling up walls and falling from ceilings onto bellowing bandoneons. after all, it takes 2 to tango, but i prefer the footwork of a sunday chacarera. a gaucho spins and stomps on the floorboards, and the wind picks up from the southeast, blowing the river of silver up onto muddy banks. but we climb up picnic tables and stand upon grills, shimmy up trees and perch upon branches. we rallador to the beat of cumbia, plant seeds and harvest crops to the rhythm of the tambor.

seagull with pigeons in piazza vittorio, 1 february 2019

seagull with pigeons in piazza vittorio, 1 february 2019