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...