Beltane Bounty
In the cemetery on Beltane, spring’s wild burgeoning cavorts with ancestors’ silence and wisdom. Soon dead, I mingle before I...
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....
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