Letter to America
One of my lasting childhood memories is of a family Christmas dinner at my grandparents’ in Baltimore. I was around … Continue reading Letter to America
One of my lasting childhood memories is of a family Christmas dinner at my grandparents’ in Baltimore. I was around … Continue reading Letter to America
The day before yesterday, I was adding fresh soil to some winter-weary plants when I heard the buzzing of thousands … Continue reading Catching a swarm
In these early mornings, we hear the call of the hoopoe as it rests here on its migration north. The … Continue reading Rewilding
I’ve lived my life in four countries – Italy, Germany, the US and the UK – and have good friends … Continue reading A Tale of Four Countries
Yes, this poem is political commentary but it is also more. It is a tryptic of emotion: a movement of … Continue reading Kyrie eleison
In the first two weeks of lockdown, many jokes and humorous videos circulated on social media: an aerobic workout using … Continue reading The way we were
Tall clumps of fresh grass stick up through the lumpy rug of snow and the pear blossoms shiver in the … Continue reading Standstill
On Friday, it took my cousin in Milan an hour and a half to get into the supermarket and friends … Continue reading Today’s expedition
Silence. More and more of it these days as Italy tightens the regulations around lock-down. Parks are closed, people can … Continue reading The War
Today is yellow with fields of dandelions and the first pollen the bees will turn to honey, today is red … Continue reading Today is yellow with fields of dandelions