Love’s Eye View: New Possibilities in Storytelling and Heritage Preservation
Upon invitation, my wife and I, we went down into the city. We travelled with her brother…
Glenn Carley
If Only We Knew
My father-in-law was a contadino from Castropigano. He was brilliant. He had a grade five…
I Tested Positive for Coconut Lavender Hand Sanitizer
We were fully in our Covid times, hosting vigil to the insidious slow-creep of the virus…
Sauce Making in Covid Times
So many of my ancient order have passed on, not from the Covid, but from the life. I have…
The Ghost in the Grape
Let us not pull any punches here. Nobody pulled any punches on him! His father-in-law is…
When It Is Time
Death begins the way it always does, so many times, with a phone call out of the blue. My…
A Certain Lamentation
We went down in the biblical sense to the city again. My wife and I. She went with me, in…
What Leaving Brings
I In the timelessness that is empathy, he watched them all go. He watched them go amidst…
A Gift from Cod
He calls me il vagabondo because he never knows when I will show up to visit. I have…
Clemente’s Errand
I am sent by my wife to retrieve the veal – 11 sweet, 7 hot, a small container of…