In just twenty seconds and twenty steps, you’ll fall for her. Because at your request for poetry, she’ll recite to you, from unblemished memory, twelve lines of Dante’s “Inferno” in her native...
Freckle-specked skin on the back of her hand with a wedding band and a solitaire diamond. On the fingers before hers, turquoise stones on silver. Before hers, plain gold. The hands of my mothers,...
Destined for cosmos while walking through mud, our minds long to float aloft while hands cling to soil and rock. Once upon a time, we sat at the sea’s edge watching waves with wonder. Now we gaze...
