Pirating love
is hunting the fields
in early May dreams
for fireflies and roses alike
to keep them barred
in jars and bottles with light
until your heart
inflames to the touch
and burns
from drinking shades of the evening
and hues of the stars
only to spark
in the dark
as source of delight
in torn summer nights…
© Iulia Halatz
Art by Andrea Kowch.
“I have a childish hope to gather all I love together and sit down beside and smile.”
– Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. Bowles, January 1858
Andrea Kowch – The Reunion
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen…”
Ernest Hemingway – A Moveable Feast
Andrea Kowch
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”
– Ferdinand de Saussure (1857-1913)
Andrea Kowch
