I Was a Teenage Fashion Designer
My maternal grandmother, Nonna Nancy, was an Italian immigrant and an intuitive,…
Writings
Angel of God
Death visited our family and enveloped us in a tight embrace of its dark cloak on a…
Two Days with a Pig
I was not hog-wild on the idea. So before heading off on our trip to Italy last January,…
What Keeps the Sun in Place
On my way to Il Camino to pick up the pizza, all the things I wanted to say to Victoria…
The Phone Glows Like a Wide-Eyed Owl
Wendall lifts the phone from Ruby’s lap by the tripod to hang it up. He sits up,…
Un delizioso Scandalo Legato alle Salsicce
Dicono che non si dovrebbe mai vedere come viene fatta la salsiccia. Peccato, perché…
The Worst Performer
Sometimes, I, the great pretender, In the mirror, late at night, Think about the quirks…
“I’ve Been Writing this Poem for Centuries”: A Review of Tina Biello’s The Weight of Survival
In the acknowledgements of her most recent book, Tina Biello thanks her “parents and…
John Fante’s Full of Life, and the House of Un-American Activities Committee
Born in Denver, Colorado, in 1909, of an Italian immigrant father and an Italian-American…
Le Bateau en état d’ébriété (1870)
– Après Arthur Rimbaud, pace John Thompson As I sluiced wild, homicidal channels, The…