Language
when my mother died so did our language the one we spoke each day at the kitchen table…
Gianna Patriarca
Lingua
quando e` morta mia mamma e` morta anche la nostra lingua quella che parlavamo ogni…
Italy in Lockdown
I walked the beach where Mario Ruoppolo recorded metaphors for Neruda. I put my feet in…
In the Company of Heather
I keep hoping, one day to walk into a Chapters book store and run smack into a display of…
The Neighbourhood is Changing
the old men have nowhere to go banished like corroded barges in some abandoned port they…