– In the style of The Microscope & The Roller Coaster – Go ahead and trust in that wave that invites you to throw out fears and dive into the sea, with so much force, that you know how to sustain yourself with nothing and in just an instant you then know how to drown … More In one go… #12
A stormy breeze comes in off of the sea. Strong, violent, unexpected. It smells of agitated waves in turmoil, moved by a force bigger than they are. (As much as that.) It smells of change. It attracts and electrifies. Disconcerts and causes fear. Fascinates. (…) From The Microscope. A collection of snapshots immortalized with a pen, … More The Microscope: excerpt #7
– In the style of The Microscope & The Roller Coaster – Shining in the middle of an abandoned field red poppies relight the sun, for a few instants, in the wind a song of joy. A faraway summer. April 24, 2021 Original photo by: Corina Ardeleanu on Unsplash In the style of #TheMicroscope & #TheRollerCoaster (Some Call … More In one go… #11
Sundown has already been swallowed up by the sea. Slowly sucked in, absorbed. Disappeared. Shiny yellow, vivid oranges, fire engine red, purple and light blue, blue, dark blue, darker still. Black. Night. Dark. The embers pop. The high flame dances and contorts itself. It surprises! Enchants… Reassures. Hypnotizes… Light and shadow. Shadow and light. Hot. … More The Microscope: excerpt #6
In the style of The Microscope… waiting for TRC! Stay Tuned! A year in a bubble. Immobile. And yet, all of a sudden, it seemed to us possible to see the sun, even a rainbow, in that bubble. All illuminated, shining, full. It seemed really really beautiful. It seemed. For a bit. And then… back … More In one go… #10
In the style of The Microscope… waiting for TRC! Stay Tuned! Mud drips slowly, it insinuates itself, covers, wraps. It dirties the water as it goes through even the most limpid, the most crystalline. Without pity drowns in this way even that being now destined to disappear. Someone is talking about a summer rain. It … More In one go… #9
About a month after the publication of this collection of poems, here is the complete version of the first interview done by the author and conducted by Marika Mendolia, blogger and book influencer. “…Who is Anna?,” “The title of your work, The Microscope, where does it come from?,” “Why do you call your verses ‘snapshots’?,” “How much of you … More The Microscope & Anna “Annina” Lorenzi – First Author Interview
(…) Loudspeakers let out repeating notes, always the same ones, in a loop. A right hook buries deep into the stomach, Poetry hits you in the face with its entire effect. Hot tears create new pathways, slipping slowly on faces. As happens, rarely, maybe never. And just maybe it’s exactly what was needed. In unison … More The Microscope: excerpt #5
In the style of The Microscope… Rewind. Shhh, don’t say anything, don’t express anything, you can’t. Disappear. And yet, I seem to still hear the sound of your voice, the sound of those words, your words still echoing in my mind. They echo, they worm their way in, they insist. A sweet melody or a … More In one go… #8
Waiting for The Microscope… And just like that, now annulled. Oh that your heart become stone and your glance ice. Oh that your soul shut up and your Id disappear. Forever. Like water that flows, let everything simply go. Like an autumn leaf, resign yourself to the wind, alone. Resign yourself to death. Inevitable. And … More In one go… #7
(…) But I’ll turn the sun on if you want to warm yourself, and I’ll uncover the stars if you want to dream. I won’t ask permission, not from the heavens, not from God. Because in all of this, there’s only you and I. (…) I’ll give you time, all that I have. And everything … More The Microscope: preview excerpt #4
Waiting for The Microscope… It will be, maybe, one day a breath of wind. It will be, maybe, that red leaf of a maple tree already bare that falls slowly to the ground. It will be, maybe, the first fog of an autumn morning that wraps around the nearby horizon. It will be, maybe, the … More In one go… #6
Waiting for The Microscope… You are… A sudden light that fascinates and muddles, that reawakens spirit and common sense, that disturbs them and amazes them. A cloud on the horizon before the storm, a bolt of lightning that blinds, that disappears, and doesn’t stay. Violent thunder before the storm, a strong storm that whistles, freezes, … More In one go… #5
TICK – TOCK – TICK – TOCK The sound of time echoes in the dark room, annoyingly insinuating itself into your thoughts. The night, silent, amplifies its racket. Car headlights not yet asleep create unexpected designs on the walls, curious light games, ephemeral distractions. TICK – TOCK – TICK – TOCK The sound of time … More The Microscope: preview excerpt #3
Waiting for The Microscope… Today slip slowly, slip again. On streets, cars, alleys and mansions; on open umbrellas, dripping street lamps, on people’s heads, and on me. Today fall slowly, fall constantly. Wash away the bad, the emptiness, the freeze, the pain; then clear the head, soul and heart, cancel doubt, incomprehension, error. Today steal … More In one go… #4
Wishing a Happy New Year to you all. A light breeze slips in through the window ajar; the fizzy air of the morning freshens up the room. The white linen curtain, pulled a little to one side to let in a bit of light for you, barely moves. Your brush dances lightly over the canvas … More The Microscope: preview excerpt #2
Wishing a very Merry Christmas to you all… 🙂 (waiting for #TheMicroscope – Some Call It Poetry) An excerpt from the novel Meeting Laura, chapter 4: While it seems that nothing else matters – “Everyone needs a quiet happy place…” Souls celebrating, table set, the kitchen’s warmth, the house full of life and the littlest ones playing. Chatting, food, … More Merry Christmas!
Waiting for The Microscope… Nothingness spreads wide, drying the earth. Slowly colors fade; every leaf falls to the ground. Death. Once that recognized profile is seen, the eye remains ever vigilant. It perceives the presence, the soul, now frozen, still feels Life. (So much so that it almost bothers it.) Why do you ignore me? … More In one go… #2
Waiting for The Microscope… It’s cold. It’s freezing. Inside, outside, around. Deep inside. It’s a storm. And snow that crunches with every step. The way can’t be seen. Lights off and dark. And shadows. Shadows of memories that fill up the brain. They leave the mind breathless, and weigh down the heart. Glass fogged up, … More In one go… #1
A19 - Anna "Annina" Lorenzi - Writer, Author & more… 