Long is the Hour

It is hot, sticky and sweet. Not the same as other days. Pinheads of condensation on glasses and brows. Heat permeating skin brings up musk. Trembles. Sparkles in the light. Runs down the back of my neck. What are we all made of that is the same? Don’t resist. Rising. Gasping. Like the wine, it […]

mi scusi, signorina

there are not very many words yet that we know how to say, but already it feels like a secret language. ti amo. no! voglio baciarti… no! no! voglio mangiarti! even though more than 100 million people speak Italian worldwide, according to the internet, tu sei bellisima. grazie, signorina [an unmarried woman], grazie mille it […]