Twenty-three years ago, in griefWe etched all of our namesIn stone, imagining no otherOutcome than us, intact foreverIt was the best we could doSince we could not bring him backWe promised his ashes companyOne day, when our time arrived Time, all by itself, has a wayOf changing things, and yetWe played a role, too—we lovedLess … Continue reading Poem: Etched in Stone
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Si Devi Sognare, Esagera*
After getting up at 5AM for a morning flight out of Rome, I am finally in my Alitalia seat and begin to write over Italian clouds into international skies, through the tiredness into the memory... For the season of turning thirty, I elected to go to New York City for the weekend and have dinner … Continue reading Si Devi Sognare, Esagera*
There is a box…
A flower and not a flower; Of mist and yet not of mist; At midnight he was there; He went as daylight shone. He came, and for a little while Was like a dream of spring. And then, As morning clouds that vanish traceless, He was gone. - Po Chü There is a box in … Continue reading There is a box…
Where I End & She Begins 