Gli arti contornano il corpo
composti, gli occhi raccolgono
un ago di luce senza vederlo,
mentre le labbra succhiano
brevi il respiro, soffiano
l’ombra nel buio. Frana
la pietra e si frantuma
la memoria si stacca
sagoma intatta e conclusa
di intera mortalità.
Dopo la farsa, la terra
sicura e severa
dove si impara
coi semi tra i denti
la fatica dell’erba.
The content of the priority post letter I received on January 3rd from New York may finally be revealed.
In the last couple of years, excerpts from my new, still unpublished, collection have appeared on magazines and journals such as “3:AM Magazine”, “Jahrbuch Der Lyrik 2019”, “Raum”, “Sand – Berlin’s English Literary Journal”, “Stadtsprachen Magazin”, “Trafika Europe”, “Magma”; they have been published in the tiny chapbook Office of the woods by Zoetic Press; they have been featured by “Yes Poetry” within the Poet of the month dedicated page in December.
Now, two more texts written in Berlin (and about Berlin) have been awarded the “2019 Writer Award in Poetry” by “The Nassau Review” and will appear in the winner’s section of the 2019 issue, which is supposed to be out in May.
This is the first time I have been awarded a prize abroad, a prize without even knowing I had been selected and shortlisted for.
Such a strange and joyous feeling!
I shake my head. Dead days lie ahead of us at the trial.
We would wander aimlessly long after the shutters were up, unable to work or sleep. We had hardly spoken in years.
As she disappeared, after sitting with me on a pavement around Alexander Platz overnight, I must have discovered what wall jumpers felt like – who knows from what heights fallen. No shelter. No heaven. All books and papers burnt, all lines broken, all nails cut, all suspects confessed Continue reading “The wall jumpers”→