Cold orates upon a Roman wall. Light is extreme (caught) and shadows wait like hoods to drop. Brain taps twice for salt. Was it Ovid who said, There is so much wind here stones go blank. Anne Carson, … more →
rred-blogwrote 5 months ago: Cold orates upon a Roman wall. Light is extreme (caught) and shadows wait like hoods to drop. Brain … more →
wrote 6 months ago: My washed rags flap on a serious grey sunset. Suppertime, a colder wind. Leaves huddle a bit. Kitche … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Una bella lettura-performance di Anne Carson, grande poetessa canadese di cui Antonella Anedda ha r … more →