My Grandmothers Carnations

Posted byJoão-MariaPosted inPoetry (English)Tags:, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

I know this is not a photo blog, but I make a ton of references to my grandmothers carnations in my poetry, especially in True-Ultra, so I thought I would show you why they are so inspiring to me.

They have received no editing and come directly from my lousy phone, so the quality might be lacking, but trust me, she has a beautiful garden.

Everything about this place — the place where I grew up — is no less than magical.

JOHNNY

P.S: Check out Portuguese Artist Norberto Lobo, an instrumental marvel that also breaks the barriers of language and speaks directly to you, using only a single guitar and a great heart.

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A tick clinging to the bristles of a purple boar.

24 thoughts on “My Grandmothers Carnations”

    1. How come? They are very common here, even naturally occurring at times. Although poppies are our thing, we have way too many of those.
      I’m glad I got to show you something new and beautiful then, the world is full of them.

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