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