Which View

Which View

Do you treasure good olive oil as I do? Yesterday on the ride from Lecce to Roca Vecchio, I saw...

Where Am I?

Apulia (English)  is a region in Southern Italy. Puglia’s Adriatic sea is an ongoing surprise, full of concealed clefts and...

Roca Vecchia

Roca Vecchia

Something in the myriad blues, the sharp fresh taste of the air— This sea I know. Il Mare Adriatico. These...

Ruby Afternoon

Ruby Afternoon

When the sun hides her face all day, and spring wind still bites with winter, a single glass of ruby...

Pomegranate Nectar

Pomegranate Nectar

Both sweet and bitter on my tongue, red seeds freshly squeezed- spremuto! to nectar in my glass. If drinking means...

photo by Susa Silvermarie

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

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

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...