GrassesAfter immigrating to Canada, my father returned to Italy almost every summer for over twenty years.The land where his family home rises is surrounded by trees; but mostly, it is infested with grasses, some so wild and thick it takes an axe to fell their short but hardy lives. My father’s whipper snipper would echo…Read more Matilda Colarossi: Grasses/ Erbacce
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Giorgio Bassani: Le leggi razziali/ Racial laws
Le leggi razziali Giorgio Bassani La magnolia che sta giusto nel mezzo del giardino di casa nostra a Ferrara è proprio lei la stessa che ritorna in pressoché tutti i miei libri. La piantammo nel ‘39 pochi mesi dopo la promulgazione delle leggi razziali con cerimonia che riuscì a metà solenne e a metà comica…Read more Giorgio Bassani: Le leggi razziali/ Racial laws
Snapshots: L’Aquila by Matilda Colarossi
L’Aquila Matilda Colarossi An earsplitting rumble rips through my dreams shaking the world as I know it to its death. Then all is still. I wake up in a terrible sweat and look around me in the dark. I can't remember where I am. My nightlight is on the wrong side…Read more Snapshots: L’Aquila by Matilda Colarossi
Snapshots: Via Bolognese by Matilda Colarossi
Via Bolognese Matilda Colarossi Along the winding road that leads out of Florence, towards the luxuriant hills that wrap the city in their tree lined contours, wisteria twines abundant on ancient stone walls. The rampant vine seems to stem from the rocks themselves, and the violet delicateness of the clusters contrasts sharply with the ash…Read more Snapshots: Via Bolognese by Matilda Colarossi
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