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From Duncan Edwards
Nevada, US. Untitled reflected puffy dabs, floating on metal windscreen and her sunglasses an old photograph, blue desert sky rented silver cadillac unrented happy girl © Duncan Edwards (July 1992, Nevada)
From Sheila Desmond
New York City, US. Ever stood for a moment Ever stood for a moment looking up at the clouds noticing their shapes colors, movement configurations constantly shifting relative locations in space? Ever stood for two moments and wondered what it might feel like to lie down on some of those soft cloud beds up there […]
From Andrew Barrett
Maidstone, UK. Drifting Vapours Do clouds sleep as they stroll the skies? While their haunting beauty is outlined by full moon Yet with morning dew still on the ground They awaken without a yawn, stretch or sound With life not always knowing that they are there They look down with a devious stare A suspicion […]
From Marian Neary Burke.
Dublin, Ireland. Cloud It was the only one, just there In the clear blue sky, lying low Close to the tree tops. Sheep like, Its black face hidden under curly horns. Stretching, changing, growing bigger, Dragon like, spitting fire Causing it to split in two, becoming its Original self, facing the dragon. Only this time […]
A translation by Enrico Pelos
THE CLOUDS a song by Fabrizio De Andrè Translated from Italian by Enrico Pelos They go they come sometimes they stop and when they stop they are as black as the raven it seems they look at you with evil eye Some time they are white and run and take the heron shape or the […]
From Chris Korrow.
Burkesville Kentucky US. Clouds. I stepped outside just before dinner tonight. Girls come quick, I hollered. They ran outside expecting something exciting. The sky was ablaze with magnificent clouds in the sunset. A heavy line of thunderstorms was moving in from the south and a couple of smaller cells were to the north and west. […]
From Ken Fung.
Hong Kong. The Story of Clouds. The top of the sky, the writeboard of the creator. He depicts in black and white, the story told by the clouds. In heavenly words, they transform, they tell, they migrate to reach every part of the world. © Ken Fung.
From Bernadette Marie Zvonek.
Shelton, Connecticut. US. A Cloud I’m a wonder to behold A marshmellow if you will On sunny days I’m as white and fluffy as can be On cloudy days I’m shades of shadowy gray I float gracefully across the sky A work of Art And if you look closely enough You’ll see that I can […]
From Davide Riccio.
Torino (Italy) CLOUDSPOTTING I observe the veils flowing Between us and the mount of gods Yun that is The union of Yin and Yang If I live life With my heads in the clouds It’s not because Of the western blue-sky thinking Of some cloudless monotony I don’t judge anyone I only observe the veils […]
