Mariano il 29 giugno 1916 Chiuso fra cose mortali (Anche il cielo stellato finira) Pereche bramo Dio? DAMNATION Closed between mortal things (Even the sky of stars will come to an end) Why is it that I so long for...
Read MoreVi arriva il poeta e poi torna alla luce on I suoi canti e li disperde Di questa poesie mi resta quelnulla d’inesauribile segreto THE BURIED PORT The poet arrives and returns to the light with his songs and scatters them...
Read MoreMariano 20 aprile 1917 In quest’oscuro colle mani gelate distinguo il mio viso Mi vedo abbandonati nell’infinito ANOTHER NIGHT Confused in this darkness with hands cold with frost I try to distinguish the features of my...
Read Morefrom L’Allegria by Giuseppe Ungaretti Mariano il 29 June 1916 Quel contadino si affida alla medaglia di Sant’Antonio e va leggero Ma bensola e ben nuda senza miraggio porto la mia anima WEIGHT That soldier farmer relies...
Read MoreWe sat in brown folding chairs, gobbled down the seasoned chicken as Daddy barbecued it, ‘slow, slow’, lathering it with his home-made sauce. We packed it in with soft, white bread, washed down with cleansing amber beer. Dutch...
Read MoreMrs. Weiss was too busy to die. She backhanded the doctor, a good five years younger than her still-finding-himself son; the chicken scratch notes from her medical chart went flying everywhere. She leapt off the examining table...
Read MoreThe Office I’ve been summoned to the C suite by the head of marketing. “Olsen, I got a hot prospect banging down the door, a Mr. Goddeaux, eager for Working Model Consultants to weigh in on his operation. I can’t spare anybody...
Read MoreI get a glimpse of my future once riding the 104 downtown. An elderly couple bickering. She, curved around the pole leading to the door well in the middle of the bus; he, still planted in his seat, fiddling with the torn and...
Read MoreHad I but lust enough and time, This pawing, sir, were no crime. I’d dally gladly on your knee, And let your hands roam mainly free You sir should bonk me once or twicely, Put it to me oh-so-nicely, Round and Round we’d go. And...
Read MoreOnly after starting to take my morning walks there did I learn that the neighborhood was called Sherwood Forest. Trees, including majestic redwoods with wide trunks and romantic, tall palms, dotted the yards of the mostly...
Read MoreThe Man Who Balanced A Tea Cup On His Head And Other Fugitive Pieces: A Memoir The waiting room was empty at 11:40 that day, that day of the appointment, the last appointment. Jack and I had been coming and going weekly for a...
Read MoreOutside on this warm summer day, John knows his own lungs, his joy; His rapture blends with the coo of doves, Breathy and low, arms opened wide, Child-said, immaculate soul, adored. Immortality must exist in these sounds, In the...
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