photography by Susa Silvermarie

Poetry of Prayer

I lost count of the number of churches I’ve visited in Italy, the way one goes to museums to view...

Through My Living Eyes

Through My Living Eyes

  More than a century past in Bari, my Gramma’s Papa worked. She seems to lead me through the streets....

Lemonade aka Trip Blips Happen

  When hotels hand me internet failure and my resisting finally gets finished, I gladly make poems in my mouth,...

All That Comes

              With detachment and wonder I open to whatever this day of my flying...