Art is everywhere. This series reveals cultural inspiration from country to country, written down one poem at a time. From churches in Spain to cobblestone paths in Italy, here is the perspective of a poet on the go, observing everything from drips of paint on the sidewalk to ancient monuments scraping the sky. Perhaps we are all more alike than different . . .
Calamari fingers digging corkscrewed ocean, mussels like purple cracked unibrows, directionless, worming rum showers rumbling gyro stomachs spidering evil eye winking wise in the deaf ears of forgotten orange doorstep cats yo-yoing indoor nautical lights bar static ferociously meowing CDs crackling one at a time, one song after another exploding like lemon-mouth smiles how we buoy like cherries not on top but on the surface how looking out at this ocean, tidal feet forward never rips like a river ahead never struts like a stream gushing backward because blinking eyes can never jump on the thread of a Greek sea necklace of pearls untied, rock guts leaking rope combing the hair of undertow toeing numb feet under ancient ground anchors as swords spearing pupils unknown a seaweed salted scarf around the neck of wind sailing
