Unnameable Wildflower
I want to be wild as weeds in spring leaping profuse, fountaining green in field after field. I want to...
I want to be wild as weeds in spring leaping profuse, fountaining green in field after field. I want to...
Today was my final class of two weeks in Italian language class here in Lecce, “the Florence of Southern...
For cities I don’t have poetry, but here are poetic images that have captured me in Lecce. The city shows...
Do you treasure good olive oil as I do? Yesterday on the ride from Lecce to Roca Vecchio, I saw...