this is the year …


… when everything changed, but everything stayed the same. Not much was learned, and history kept repeating itself. Some tried to erase it but to no avail. As if dismantling the past would change the future. How could we recognize ourselves anymore with masks on, no matter how fashionable they had become. How could we find human touch again, a place to meet halfway. This is the year when it all came tumbling down, while many were left to pick up the debris.


© 2020 magicofwords


Galleria dell’Accademia, Florence, Italy

We live in a society where we are always pressed for time. The clock is ticking faster and faster. Days seem to become shorter. Hours, minutes, seconds fly by. Before you know it, it’s winter again and we long for summer. Yet when summer arrives, we rush through it, waiting for the next thing to happen. We simply forget to live in the moment.

© 2019 magicofwords


Gelateria, icecream shop, Rome, Italy

We live in a society where we seem to always be heading somewhere, rushing to get to the finish line. We forget about simple moments, reminiscent of carefree days of childhood. Like eating icecream on a Sunday afternoon in the company of friends. All the while without worrying about the next selfie and what the so called social influencers would think.


© 2019 magicofwords

A Wild & Mild Winter


It’s been too quiet around here

no snow until today

a winter so mild, it makes me wonder

what is in store ahead.

The peace found in nature

unparalleled with a wild, wild world

where uncertainty has set in

on the political scene.

So much unrest

yet these pine trees

outside my window

seem unscathed, at least for now.

But if we stop caring about the environment

what will all the money in the world do

we can’t buy clean water, blue skies, and oxygen.

While the rich get richer

children and the elderly go hungry

and vanity is more valued than the arts.

Will we forget about health and science, too

all in the name of greed.

© 2017 magicofwords

Words Matter

I am Woman

beauty and intellect-

I’m not an object.

Look into my eyes

and see everything

I carry.

I’m a mother

a daughter, a sister

I’ve come a long way.

I’m a fighter, a survivor.

When you try to reduce me

to your narrow view

of humanity-

When you try to seduce me

with unwelcome advances-

When you try to abuse me

with words that cut

like a knife-

I will still rise.

I will still rise

above it all.

© 2016 magicofwords