She’s the girl who dared touch the electric fence with her tongue — and did not flinch when it bit back. She’s the girl who dared cross the border — a razor in her teeth, smiling deliciously when she kissed. She’s the ruthless girl we all wished we could be when fate took back all […](read more)
Remembering, unremembering, re-remembering —
the daily thrum of ancestors under the Italian sun,
to water, to wine; to worship the undefinable divine
in an age of despotism and dirt, miracles and mercy.