Two Poems from Bassano
Coming here where she was rooted, the Mama of my Grandmother, I know her with my bone-mind. The life in...
Coming here where she was rooted, the Mama of my Grandmother, I know her with my bone-mind. The life in...
In a darkened room at the Museum of Preclassic Civilization in Ostuni, a diorama faithfully represents the burial of a...
Julia Ward Howe put out the first call for a Mother’s Day in protest of the Civil war that had...
In the cemetery on Beltane, spring’s wild burgeoning cavorts with ancestors’ silence and wisdom. Soon dead, I mingle before I...