JOHN IRVING CLARKE Let us go back to Piazza One day let us go back to Piazza where sun peers through mist and its brazen ascent is tolled by bells. One day let us go back to Piazza where racing…
LESLIE MCBRIDE WILE There is a fire burning merrily in my bedroom fireplace, a fire of fagus logs. I ordered the wood this morning and it was delivered this evening–and there is quite a story about THAT. The story has a…
ROBERTA FERRARIS The Occitan variant spoken in the Èllero valley indicates as «Quié (Kyé)» the 1st singular person subjective pronoun «I». Only in 1969, the linguist Corrado Grassi included this dialect spoken in some villages of the Monregalese valleys in…
LESLIE MCBRIDE WILE Frosted meadows and a blank, overcast sky today–the actual first day of 2015, with Italy finally back to school and work after January 6, the Feast of the Epiphany. This late return to the daily grind may…
Jimmy Andrex was born and brought up in Wakefield and was educated at several schools which no longer exist! Despite this ominous start, he tries to find beauty and humour in the stories and conversations of the people around him.…
SILVIA PIO It was a chance encounter, if one believes in chance, and also a virtual one, if one wants to call an exchange of emails this way. Nowadays poets meet also in the net, and Margutte widely proves it.…