To Delia -1- You got a name baby-girl six weeks old and how sweetly clumsy your three-year old brother boy calls your name and caresses you All do smile make faces noises voices do not recognize keep far out of sight oblivious that there is... That there is a skeleton growing inside of you and inside of him That there is a skeleton inside of us all waiting inside of us all that-will-not-vanish by nature so quickly Bones, bones...oh wonder mountains of bones where all life and

I like to see my blood from time to time, always there, hardly seen the heavenly 36.5 degree juice. The good old iron-wine, circling this body

This curious little Monday morning, sticky-warm and flowery and bright, in the Via di Ripetta near Piazza di Popolo in Rome, I passed by a 'Salmoneria'

Early fish, well before sunrise over the French Alps, 6:15h maybe. Beautiful pike, round 70cm, slightly frazzled fins, bless you Lac de Serre-Pencon, northern shore. Thank you fish-tribe, brother pike!