Renaissance Utterances

The scent of heat soaked masonry Envelops you. Forming out of hot clay a sense of time. Kiln-like, the golden rocks stand against the blu...

The dark muted autumn peeps through mist Dark and earth and wet and cold Scientific method strives to rise As golden sun appears All is ma...

Lost found lost In earth orange they lost their treasures Small somethings across the stage Socks, umbrellas, slike , stuffed dogs As they l...

Bartol Kašić (1575-1650) On my island of olive growers and fisherman I feel as far away from the baroque as is possible. The landscape ...

Night has fallen over this scene of convivial voices; Brotherhoods bonded over the thrum of tones. Sounds revolving around the thickness, ...

A piercing of the air With cries of summer A graceful winging arc Against the pastel blue A stirring of the sky With an urgency of spr...

The new writers group I've just joined here in Split talked about inspiration. What inspires us, why are we here in Split, what is m...

The beauty sparkles from deep inside; To catch the city pulse to see the light. The unexpected shoots sideways, To glow, to shine, diffuse ...

Thoughts tumbling, confused memories When connected curiosities crisscross Like curlicued brambles which Frolic over a falconer's pu...

Vanishing varnishing points Leadenly lead us in Heat from exertion Icy from snow Numb From loss From pain and hate And dropped burned books ...

A ghost ship of rivet dots Pattern of metal unjointed A warrior's ferocious footprint Orderly curves follow the lines Orderly pla...

It has long been appreciated that an interdisciplinary approach has to be taken when looking at the arts. A book from 1922 said the 'p...

Nativity of Christ, Santa Maria Maggiore, Rome I looked everywhere for this poem online but it seems to be only in a fragile pamphlet 19...

Although the intellectual life of the artist is crucial, my focus this weekend has been on the patron and his concerns. I'm coming rou...

The pain sizzles and spins, Unreal rainbows rise and rotate As the escalator in my head Spews forth movement. The earth doesn't turn as ...

A kindly pink face peers down at the bookish historians, Handling mysterious metal pieces and glowing wood. They give him an occasional glan...

I close my eyes and yet still see The shimmer of blue horizon And gentle furl of quiet water The endless shifting of light-shapes Imprinted ...

We didn't watch the sunset tonight We ignored the lurid display of light Instead we sat entranced by the moon Casting shadows on the ign...

Agustín dreams of flying machines He finds lightness in detritus and Potential for flight in flightless junk; Each cog and chain and tube...

Bubbles of time carry us through Temporary states, atoms in flux Weightlessly lifted mutating forms Fleeting and turning with wind Like note...