Talking Wells of Acquaviva
I come to where the aquifer remembers my Italian Grandmother. For the sake of healing the traumas of invisibility and...
Poetry of Prayer
I lost count of the number of churches I’ve visited in Italy, the way one goes to museums to view...
Through My Living Eyes
More than a century past in Bari, my Gramma’s Papa worked. She seems to lead me through the streets....
Lemonade aka Trip Blips Happen
When hotels hand me internet failure and my resisting finally gets finished, I gladly make poems in my mouth,...
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