Pomegranate Nectar
Both sweet and bitter on my tongue, red seeds freshly squeezed- spremuto! to nectar in my glass. If drinking means...
Ripening
Content on my bench in Lecce’s Parco Belloluogo, I tipped back my head– but leapt to my feet on seeing...
Her Smile Reached
Past her foreign words I couldn’t catch, the barista’s smile reached me. I perceived an unseen strand flash bright between,...
Pealing in Puglia
During language class the church bells seem to peal in Italian, a tone so spumy in the Puglia air, I...
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