Ali stretched his hand towards the night sky and pulled down a crescent of milk-white seaglass, polished smooth by decades of waves. ‘Here is all the moon I can reach,’ he said. His lover smiled in silence, her eyes full of starlight. She touched the glass to her lips.
Sea
Sami – Fiskardo
summer wind-whipped
jagged coal-black waves
drive down the coast to Sami
were they here, the men, the heroes?
were they ever here beyond imagined memories?
Beach night
The beach stones are thousand-year smooth, grey light grey when the clouds clear the moon, black as the night when the misting returns. The sky-black sea crashes foam white at its border. If there are voices, they are distant, both in place and time.
On the bridge
it has rained and rained on the hills upstream
the river flows deep, the colour of builder’s tea
beyond the last fields the sea waits
snow on sea
snow on sea
salt flake melts on tongue
single tear falls
Prosecco corks pop
prosecco corks pop on the beach
auguri!
good health!
here’s to the next sixty five!
then all in the sea
as flat as a mirror
to splash and pat backs and exchange all their memories
La Forza della Collaborazione
Personaggi
Mimì, Riki, Welan (sirene con dei poteri magici)
Bernie (paguro)
Buck (squalo)
Lewis (tritone, amico di Bernie e delle sirene)
Lewis va dalle sirene e le dice:
– C’è un problema!
– Cosa c’è, Lewis? disse Mimì.
– Buck ha trovato un giocattolo che Bernie aveva perso e adesso stanno litigando! rispose Lewis.
– Andiamo subito Lewis. Grazie per averci avvisato. dissero in coro le sirene.
Le sirene vanno da Bernie.
– Lascia stare Bernie! disse Riki.
Lo squalo rispose: Voi pensate che me ne vada così facilmente?
Welan creò una tromba d’aria sopra lo squalo, Mimì la congelò e Riki fece cadere dei pezzi di ghiaccio bollenti sullo squalo.
Buck se ne andò piagnucolando per il dolore e restituendo il giocattolo a Bernie che ringraziò le sirene.
FINE
Anna Martina Piccinno
Simon Williams
Stabilimento 2 Laghi, Laghi Alimini, Otranto
26 luglio 2018
Scirocco
from southeast horizon no air stirs
on the darkest sea clouds foam
thin cotton clings to skin
thoughts refuse to fly
Siesta sound
crickets
endless crickets
palm leaves sweeping balcony walls
from the kitchen the moka gargles
I could gaze forever
sea
sky
your eyes
I could gaze forever
simonsalento 