The Years

July 19, 2015 § Leave a comment

The line won’t curl, won’t become a circle

no matter how much you keep drawing

it will still fade out and end a straight line.


If you feel someone holding the other edge

tears will run down your face

for you can’t shout that far, you can’t turn.


But now you hold the middle of your thread

Arachne, Ariadne, Athena, lost girl,

both ways seem long and your gods are gone.

By Train Through Those Weeks 

July 13, 2015 § Leave a comment

Her lips, a straight line, a border between life and soul

On the train after saying hello and goodbye, once, twice

That ‘she’ on the window, that ‘us’ inside, that ‘them’ outside

All of them on her mind. How to leave and how to arrive.

Short Cuts

May 25, 2015 § Leave a comment


If you don’t know where to start

you can always start at the sky:

“The sky is white today, no signs,

the birds lose their way.”


Then take a dive down with the birds

and find this bed you’re lying

the rusty keys to your thoughts

the forgotten tides of your heart.


Uncomfortable beds where

leftovers of dreams get rotten.

Now open a window, dreamer,

and throw the dead bodies out.

Morning Coffee

May 16, 2015 § Leave a comment

As she sipped her morning coffee, a truly fine brand, 

she thought of the man who once gave her a Brazilian

one, as a present, and how well they both tasted. 

Before Something Happens

May 15, 2015 § Leave a comment

And every time I start to write this poem

something else happens, like an earthquake

or a shooting or a war or an other big thing

that makes this look small and unimportant

which of course it is, as everyone will die once

and everyone has fallen in love at least twice

and, almost, everyone has broken something

in their lives, sometimes their arm sometimes

their leg and sometimes someone else’s will.       

Celebrating Launch Day of “All the Words”

April 21, 2015 § Leave a comment

20th April was Launch Day for my poetry collection, “All the Words”. My publisher, Elizabeth Adams (Phoenicia Publishing), celebrated it by writing a post about why, if you haven’t already, you should consider placing an order, and then started immediately shipping the first orders!

Unfortunately, between Elizabeth and me lies the Atlantic Ocean; between me and most of you, my readers, the Atlantic and many other oceans too. So we all drank a toast to this book’s journey far away from each other.

But here, for all of you who have been kind enough to support this project on Twitter, here in my blog, or now in its book form, a very first reading (with quite a few tongue slips caused by red wine, I’m afraid) to celebrate this book’s departure to, hopefully what it will be your hands, and then your hearts.

Thank you!

My Book is Full of Words

March 30, 2015 § 8 Comments


In 2013 I spent a whole year on Twitter exploring the meaning of “big” words like life, death, love, sex, pain, pride, violence, hope… When I started writing these “definitions” in January that year, I had no idea they’d become a project. I had just entered a period in my life where reflection and its creative documentation not only felt necessary but became my life’s red thread. A thread far from following a straight line, though, but mostly curling into circles that only slowly, if at all, formed a moving spiral. Most of the words escaped permanent definitions; life kept, and keeps, redefining them for me.

This project, I later named ‘All the Words’, became something like an online journal of aphorisms, epigrams or naked verses — sometimes looking for a poem and coming closer together, and sometimes running away from each other, contradicting and opposing each other. All of them were based on my personal observations and emotional reactions to readings of all kinds, the news and everyday experiences, or chats with friends, online or in person. Many people followed my ramblings on Twitter, retweeted and frequently replied commenting on them, as they felt addressed by one or the other poetic definition.

The creative process on Twitter has been a unique experience for me but now I’m delighted that ‘All the Words’ has also become a beautiful little book thanks to Phoenicia Publishing and my publisher Elizabeth Adams. Even if you’d read each one of those tweets on Twitter, Elizabeth has created a typographic design that will make that process, that Heraclitian river of words and meanings, visible for you and aesthetically a new experience. Some of the earliest supporters of that project on Twitter shouldn’t be surprised to find yourselves also mentioned in my words of thanks as your generous feedback kept me writing and posting.

Among those precious early readers were three people I enormously admire and am grateful to for they were kind enough to write what they liked about ‘All the Words’: the poet and translator George Szirtes who has won a variety of prizes for his poetry (Reel, The Burning of the Books, Bad Machine) and for his translations (László Krasznahorkai’s Satantango), the multitalented Natasha Badhwar, columnist at Mint Lounge, film-maker and fashion entrepreneur, and the poet Dave Bonta (Twelve Simple Songs, Odes to Tools) who is a very well-known blogger and online publisher of Moving Poems.

You can read what they had to say about the book on the Phoenicia website page for ‘All the Words’ where you can also order the book. Launch Date: April 20th, 2015.

I will be happy for your feedback, here or elsewhere.

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