Dana Delibovi

@danadelibovi

Poet, essayist, translator, lapsed philosopher. Consulting Poetry Editor, Cable Street, . My book: Sweet Hunter: The Complete Poems of St. Teresa of Ávila.

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Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· 4d

Writers of 🦋! Cable Street Lit Mag @cablestreet-litmag.bsky.social is looking for travel writing for our SOJOURN section. 2500 words max, with photos if you have them. Writing that braids travel with emotion, history, memory, art. Submit to me, consulting editor, at: dana.cablestreet@gmail.com 📚💙

Lake Superior: blue water, golden beach, green bluff

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· 14d

I made habanero jelly with the habaneros I grew and I am prouder of this than any writing I have ever done.

Caribbean Red bright red habanero peppers I grew, on a glass plate with some cherry tomatoes I also grew.

Jars of red habanero jelly (which is sweet and hot) just after canning.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· 21d

G’night poets. Sleep tight. Tomorrow, write.

Lake Superior, brilliant orange sun, setting over the water. Taken near Ironweed, MI, USA on July 12, 2026.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· 25d

Deep summer—getting to my stack of books and this gem is up now—very,very good, and @marrrtha.bsky.social you rhymed these poems soooo gracefully.

Book cover—the new translation of St. John of the Cross by Martha Sprackland. Hands nearly touching over a black band with the authior and book title "Dark Night"

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· 29d

I have always wanted to see Lake Superior. And now I have. I even swam in it. Someday maybe I will find the words for this. 💙

Lake Superior at Little Girl’s Point, Michigan, USA. It is early morning and sun rays and clouds create light and darker areas of the gray-blue water. The hills at the horizon are Michigan’s upper peninsula, looking eastward.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Jun 21

My dad, 1942. He was a PT sailor in the South Pacific during the Second World War. A very good dad.

Black and white photo. My father in his U.S. Navy uniform 1942.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Jun 18

Couldn’t be happier that now, in addition to algae, the blue epoxy paint is peeling off the bottom of the reflecting pool❤️🤍💙

Big strip of “American flag blue” paint peeling off the bottom of the reflecting pool on the National Mall. In disarray, hysterical like our country.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Jun 18

His algae-laden reflecting pool is today’s guilty pleasure.

Algae-laden water pumped from the National Mall’s reflecting pool. The decision by President Stable Genius to paint the pol navy created greater heat absorption that increased algae bloom.

The algae-laden reflecting pool on the National Mall.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Jun 12

To everyone in NY old enough to remember riding the little train up Mount Beacon as kids…the mountain has not forgotten us, and even though the structures are gone, the scar remains. A lot like my childhood.

Mount Beacon, New York. Covered with green trees, but also showing the scar of the no-longer extent inline rail that ran to the summit.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Jun 12

Richard Serra sculptures, today at Dia in Beacon NY.

I took this photo of Richard Serra’s monumental sculptures of iron. The are curved and form spiral labyrinths. Go inside and you come to an open space where you can look up to ceiling or sky. At https://www.diaart.org/visit/visit-our-locations-sites/dia-beacon-beacon-united-states

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Jun 6

Tonight in the Cuisinart, pesto with my home grown basil. Summer’s here. Even with all the insanity in the world, I am gonna savor this too-short season.

Bowl of a food processor full of green pesto for pasta.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· May 26

Baby bunny proofing…who knew wild rabbits like to eat newly planted roses? (Turns out everyone but me knew about this.)

A spring planted climbing rose guarded by a cage of wire mesh, to protect it from a hungry baby bunny that has already eaten the lower leaves…and eaten ALL the leaves of two others.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· May 8

The latte I needed on this cool, wet, and always pathological day in America.

A latte coffee with a sunburst smiling face made in the steamed milk.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Apr 18

Everything’s better with a baby goat!

Me, hugging a tan baby goat in rural Missouri. There this one is a twin.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Apr 18

I’m at the Unbound Book Fest in Columbia MO and I have come down with such a bad cold, I can’t attend anything😡I get sick every time I take a little vacation.

Converted factory in Missouri brown brick, Columbia Missouri

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Apr 17

Poets, it’s that time again. I’m poetry editor at @cablestreet-litmag.bsky.social, and I am considering work for our Summer and Fall/Winter 2026 issues. Please send 4 to 5 poems in a single Word doc or Google Docs link (no PDFs, please) to dana.cablestreet@gmail.com 💙📚 #poetry

The door is open for submissions of poetry—like this open pair of French doors looking out on a gentle green landscape with far away blue hills.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Apr 16

Elizabeth Bishop with some good advice:

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Apr 13

Look what arrived at my house today—Houses, signed by the poet, Nikki Wallschlaeger @nikkimwalls.bsky.social 🔥🔥🔥

The poetry collection, Houses, by Nikki Wallschlaeger. Cover, red and black background with a small table covered with a crochet square, a tray, a cup, and a vase.

Poet Nikki Wallschlaeger’s signature inside her book, Houses.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Apr 12

Not doing this on renewable-generated electricity.

Large house, no shade trees for summer cooling, with two monster trucks parked in the driveway

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Apr 11

A neighbor has put a flag out in the yard that says “RADICALIZED BY BASIC DECENCY” and in this ruby-town that is some real resistance!

The words “Radicalized by Basic Decency” around a bird and flower design on black fabric.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Apr 9

I make tons of careless mistakes in writing. When I catch one, I’m always stunned—how was I so oblivious? I’ve never found a solution, except to retreat from important projects. Because the more important the project, the more egregious the mistake. I think I was meant to dig holes, not to write.

A stylized metal casting of a fleur-de-lis—the symbol of St. Louis, Missouri—on an iron fence in the old part of the city. A soft green lawn in the background. Everything just existing, not finding errors. Not finding fault.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Apr 5

Cousins In the park in the Spring. Connecticut, circa 1965. My great grandfather in the middle. Me, top row, second from left. Happy Easter all!

A family photo of children outdoors, in 1960s clothes, around an elderly man in a hat.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Apr 4

I came to Bluesky originally with the intention of posting and connecting about poetry, nature, and gardening. My intention, dashed by politics; by my own lack of discipline. Maybe I will be able to find a way back, because I am sick of giving in to these bastards’ constant demand for attention.

Hosta sielbodana Elegans just coming into green-blue leaf, a new rosemary plant in a pot (experiment—will be moved to a sunnier location today, or maybe back in the garage for overnight), green gardening gloves and a silver trowel along a short, old retaining wall.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Mar 29

Right back at ya! I love the creeping phlox.

Purple creeping phlox and pink tulips in a little rock garden.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Mar 28

No Kings, St. Peter’s MO, USA—today. We have to stay on public sidewalks and this line stretched a long way.

Line of protesters on public sidewalks for No Kings Day. Someone in a red Handmaid costume at the right.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Mar 27

I’m so tired of proving myself and improving myself. Especially since the only person asking me to do this is…me.

Spring rock garden: pink tulips, light purple phlox. The green of daffodils after the flowers have gone.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Mar 10

My daffodils are daffodilling!

Yellow-white daffodils (variety, Ice Follies) on a brown garden patch, Eastern Missouri USA. A bit wilted from excessive heat today—but a cold front and rain are on the way tonight, thank goodness!

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Feb 25

Cover to the album, Santana-Abraxas. showing a female angel flying on a drum and a woman seated with a dove. Colors are vivid red, oranges, and browns.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Feb 21

Very therapeutic.

Medal winning skaters Alysa Liu, Kaori Sakamoto, and Ami Nakai form a heart shaped with their hands, arms, and red jackets.

Dana Delibovi@danadelibovi· Feb 17

The poet Sally Read recited my translation of a poem by St. Teresa of Ávila in an interview last week. The poem riffs on Teresa's vision—being speared by an angel—captured by Bernini. "He pierced me with an arrow smeared with the poison of love, and my soul succumbed to be one with its Creator."