Her Smile Reached

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

Pealing in Puglia

During language class the church bells seem to peal in Italian, a tone so spumy in the Puglia air, I...

Entering the Stream

Entering the Stream

Tomorrow before dawn, I leave for the land of my Italian ancestors. I think of Thich Nhat Hanh at age...

Easily Fooled

Easily Fooled

We humans can be fooled by the corner streetlight pouring its harsh false moon, while in the same view the...