Scherzo (ma non troppo), a resuscitated old poem for IWD
Going through my papers, today I ran into a rusty, stapled trove of old poems
Going through my papers, today I ran into a rusty, stapled trove of old poems
Today is the first day that the town where I live, in Emilia Romagna, has
Molti avranno sentito di quella volta che Ferlinghetti venne arrestato a Brescia. Diversi anni fa
The Italian version of the interview below, appeared in Sagarana, http://www.sagarana.net/rivista/numero37/saggio1.html The original
Here I am remembering an old poem, written in the 1980’s, (inspired by Natalia Ginzburg’s
Observing International Mother-Tongues Day, the transnational literature magazine The Antonym – Bridge to Global Literature
Heav’n has no rage, like love to hatred turn’d, Nor hell a fury, like
The serendipity of it all… how I came to be ‘in touch’, to find myself
Here I am chilling, perched on top of a magenta pole, at the edge of
From “Iraq 1991: Dress Rehearsal for Imperial Demise”, section in Avatar on the Borderlands, unpublished