The Elderly Woman on the Bus
The elderly woman on the bus sitting beside her husband looks like my grandmother: her…
The elderly woman on the bus sitting beside her husband looks like my grandmother: her…
You force-feed him out of love. Food is life, after all. But he resists clamps his mouth…
quando e` morta mia mamma e` morta anche la nostra lingua quella che parlavamo ogni…
I In the timelessness that is empathy, he watched them all go. He watched them go amidst…
“The Stranger now saddles me into my bliss. I wear the rising sun at my heart’s…
Retrogram to J. Michael Yates What was all that organized chaos…
I bathe at the well of living water, dipping the pen in ink of tears, words, as crumbs,…
Through cobbled streets, old historic houses returning scents of flavoured…
Strolling on a lazy afternoon I passed the local grape-crushing site My senses felt the…
Each morning espresso or cappuccino at historic chic cafe’s in rome, milan, venice and…