It’s foggy, today. The first fog of the year. Up until a bit ago, it was a really beautiful white sheet. It’s foggy, today. The sun won’t show up. Trees, lawns, streets, and buildings get all mixed up in the gray nuances. The air smells of damp earth, of fertilizer, and cement. And of a … More The Microscope: excerpt #10
– In the style of The Microscope & The Roller Coaster – I’ll wait without ever disturbing defending a promise a memory, your honor. I’ll wait letting you go so your “I” could be light and free to fly. And if of this world will end, then, all time in another life you, come to … More In one go… #19
– In the style of The Microscope & The Roller Coaster – I’ll protect your silences, the time you need, your instants of peace, your space, your world. I’ll protect your words and your promises, each and every one of your truths, whether they’re doubts or certainties. And if you stumble on a memory that … More In one go… #18
– In the style of The Microscope & The Roller Coaster – But you continue to smile, really. At the dawn of the day, which smells of coffee, drawing deeply on the first cig, while the sun rises, the air smells of dampness and cement, for an instant letting go of all your thoughts to … More In one go… #17
Cold, freezing, empty, nothingness, everything shut down. Agitating messily, the leaves in the wind through the beating rain and the darkness of the night. The room dark, the storm rages, the soul trembles, fear invades. (…) From The Microscope. A collection of snapshots immortalized with a pen, “Snapshot n. 11”. #TheMicroscope (Some Call It Poetry) ARE YOU … More The Microscope: excerpt #9
– In the style of The Microscope & The Roller Coaster – I write words as if you could still read them… as if they could still get to you… Don’t forget my glance, the sound of my voice, the laughs, who we were, who I am, who I was… Make sure that it’s at … More In one go… #16
– In the style of The Microscope & The Roller Coaster – And that’s how the shadows fell The sun and stars shut themselves off Everything changed its shape Taking on the form of nothingness. At the dawn of that new day Just a thick fog. May 25, 2021 Original photo by: Tiago Vasconcelos on … More In one go… #15
FZzzzz… The unmistakable sound of the nth uncorking precedes the first icy sip. A sip that goes down fast, intense, directly from the mouth to the stomach. A stomach that is closed, knotted, tense, as if hit by a sudden punch. Another sip. The smoke of the first draw fogs the vision. Only for seconds. … More The Microscope: excerpt #8
– In the style of The Microscope & The Roller Coaster – Slowly the fronds wave A new spring wind A slice of moon shines in the sky I observe and hope That your soul can fly Always free and light. May 19, 2021 Original photo by: Jordan Steranka on Unsplash In the style of #TheMicroscope & … More In one go… #14
– Bruce Miller & Dan Johnson, Team Golfwell, Members of IBPA (Independent Book Publishers Association), read my poetry collections… “The Microscope” – Five Stars I enjoyed reading “The Microscope. A collection of snapshots immortalized with a pen (Some Call It Poetry)” by Anna “Annina” Lorenzi, who writes dramatic, haunting, idyllic, highly imaginative, lyrical, and melodious … More “The Microscope” & “The Roller Coaster”: Team Golfwell’s 5 Stars Reviews
– In the style of The Microscope & The Roller Coaster – A shiny sword pierced the chest suddenly a brilliant red tinted the snow of the fields. Unexpected, the freeze got to the heart stealing the last breath. A little farther on, among the ruins, the call of a blackbird. April 27, 2021 Original … More In one go… #13
– 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
