At the airport in Catania I am randomly stopped during the security scan. My hands are swabbed for explosives. I showered after digging into the ground at Mt Etna so there should be no residue on my hands where I held the small lava stones still hot from the last eruption. “Your telephone.” Huh, I just came through the scanner. “What?” I ask. She thinks I ask why? “Your telephone,” she stearnly repeats. My telephone number?” I ask. ( That is the only thing relatable to my telephone that I have on me.). “Your telephone,” the voice grows louder. My daughter intervenes and pulls my old card. Saves me from the young Sicilian security woman as I remember my telephone is on the conveyor belt waiting for me and I forget every telephone number I ever knew.. Lost in translation— who calls the cell phone a telephone anymore?  


Four Questions

“Where can you find a bell that can ring in your dreams?” Pablo Neruda

Is there a water clock of life? The time goes on in dream and in your day so who can say what force drives you on? Is it the passage of time or in that moment when there is no time?


dVerse prompt to build on a question. Just saw a water clock in Agora Athens so wondering about how water was used to drive time forward by hydraulics.

Four Questions


Plumes of ash

hot rocks under foot

we climb up to Mt Etna

no earthquake today

the air quivers with sound

of explosions underground

vent and spew on your own time

change can come quickly

expect the expectable

in a world of the predictable


dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word quiver. Went to Mt Etna, an active volcano in Sicily.




Bell towers all chiming at the same time


terra cotta rooftops

Ionian Sea in the distance

chime of 12– pause then 1

it is 12:15 now

my children took a last walk

to the elephant square

and I am writing poetry about Catania

earthquakes and volcanoes

can’t stop her

she pulls the good from the destruction 

“Black City” where the bricks and tiles

are made from lava stone

everyone waits for the next big eruption

“Not today,” they say, “not today.”


In Albania

In Albania

we visit the Jonathon Center

dance with the children

who are celebrating a birthday

This is the house where Mother Teresa’s mother

and sister lived during Communism

Mother Teresa was not allowed into the country

they said she was a spy

When Communism fall in Albania

Mother Teresa returned

put flowers of forgiveness on the grave

of the dictator and then went to her mother’s grave

When her mother was living

people would have coffee with her

they could not talk about God

there was no God in Albania


stories from Albania

In Albania

Viewing Picasso

Is there a medium he didn’t try?

oil on canvas

oil and India ink

pastels on paper

folded painted sheet metal


varnished gouache

oil on cut out mounted on glass

red clay white clay

ceramic plates

oil on plywood

lithographic wash

linoleum plate


and charcoal

on wove paper

oil on newspaper

etching on copper plate

The Rape 1938 drypoint on copper plate on handmade Arches laid paper


dVerse prompt to do a portrait using detail. After viewing Picasso Museum in Malaga, Spain, I was noting all the art mediums he experimented with.

Viewing Picasso