Everything from Her Mouth 1. Everything from her mouth I wrote down in a blue book. I wrote down her eyelashes her dreams and silences when she slept. I did this so many years my fingers were glued into the book. Now you know me she said and as she spoke a strong wind came up and blew me I…
Author: leonr_wpadmin
Fazzini Must Have You Ever At Her Side
One evening in July, just after dark, Fazzini, a mere child, hardly more than six, now living with his famous mother, was seen racing across Vicenza. His friends, spotting him, called out, “Marco, Marco, where are you going so fast?”–but the boy flung himself along, taking no time to reply, inasmuch as his racing was indeed borne of emergency and…
The Yellow House
In our family we were always sick, we were always dying from one thing or another, death’s face occupied every wall and window, no one ever went anywhere for fear of giving up the ghost in a strange place. Which to our mind every other place was. Strange. And strangest of all, the pretty yellow house across the lane where…