quarta-feira, 6 de junho de 2018

IN SEARCH OF A MONARCH


A morning, from early seven to noon.


Alone in the field, searching for monarchs, 


and finding instead, early tiny skipper butterflies that measure at least half an inch. 




Waiting quietly for a blue dragonfly to perch again, on the same blade of light green native grass, (on any blade of grass, for clear view)






for a pileated woodpecker to feed a baby, once again, way up on a barren tree. 


Waiting for a young deer to finish grazing the roadside before moving on, and even then, stopping by his side, for a photo of no fear. 



A loud noise and a jump in the forest.

Enchanted with an apparition, reflection of pink red-purple above a common pond.








In spite of Cartesian ID fevers, 
endless competitions in naming games,
mosquitoes, flies
& doubt, 


At the end of the road, a monarch, in a barren land of salty trail stone.








Nothing much in this world is better than the solitude of this morning.


sábado, 12 de maio de 2018

PROSA SEMI LINEAR: CARTAS DE AMOR

PROSA SEMI LINEAR: CARTAS DE AMOR:     Os mistérios do correio lento...   Até parece as vezes que enxergo caravelas navegando nas calmarias dos céus c...

terça-feira, 24 de abril de 2018

PROSA SEMI LINEAR: A THOUSAND AND ONE STORIES

PROSA SEMI LINEAR: A THOUSAND AND ONE STORIES: As mil e uma estórias das sementes da romã e da viagem de Perséfone para dentro dos territórios da Morte (e do inferno de Hades), da Mãe ter...

sábado, 31 de março de 2018

Art of Stewardship

I am delighted to have two of my works in the “Art of Stewardship” show, at the RiverArts Gallery, in Chestertown, Maryland. 

The opening reception is on Friday, April 6, from 5 to 8 pm. The exhibit runs until the end of the month.




Double-Headed Illusion
Iridescent inch and a half gossamer-winged M-album hairstreak, named after Parrhassius, the Athenian papa of trompe d’oeuil.




Dona Gaura, Dona Joana & the Creatures
Family love, whirling butterfly in peaceful coexistence.




http://chestertownriverarts.net/art-of-stewardship-accepted-works

sábado, 17 de fevereiro de 2018

EASTERN SHORE HOME


I stay on the Eastern Shore
because the geese migrate here




Year after year
their flying shadows 
their moves
settle my doubts



wet days of spring, hot days of summer


We are the passerbyes
the accidental tourists
They, the geese are the people.