We played four concerts over ten days. We played in Alba, Portofino, Cremona and Aosta. It was a lot of work, but it was worth it. Check out the pictures.


LifePoetry is all encompassing. It is light and dark, happy spring, or melancholy winter. It is.Life
Poetry describes the world. It is the volcanoe and the ocean, beautiful butterfly and vicious spider. It is.
Poetry makes thoughts known. It is the smile and the frown, the voice of lovers and cries of agony. It is.
Poetry exposes the heart. It is the laugh and the sob, the warmth of love and
the chilling frost of isolation. It is.
All human existence is encompassed in verse. Poetry is our expression when


dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues


A Love of MaryHe was a young and dark-eyed Irish boy Deep sadness etched on his face. Many a girl would look his way But on him, their look was a waste.A Love of Mary
They saw pain in a young boy’s heart, Was not tempted by their whim. But did notice his empty stare For there was only one girl for him.
She was an Irish lass named Mary Flyne He thought of, as he climbed the hill. Where he sat and unslung his guitar, Having only his time to kill.
He sang, but barely breathed the words so soft, just for each other. No other soul would hear his song But
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