Snapshots: Strawberry SweeTarts by Matilda Colarossi

Strawberry SweeTarts Matilda Colarossi She stood before the old man head down. She counted all the scratches on the dirty linoleum counter that separated them. Her dark eyes ran along the shiny edge dotted with tiny nails that held the counter top in place and then lower to the glass shelves. She looked…Read more Snapshots: Strawberry SweeTarts by Matilda Colarossi

Matilda Colarossi: Grasses/ Erbacce

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

Snapshots: Pinball/Flipper by Matilda Colarossi

Pinball Matilda Colarossi I had experienced mad. It was just like when your head pops through the tightest part of a turtle-neck sweater and everything is black, and there's that throbbing pressure on your temples. That's how it was for me. It was the burning in your stomach that shoots up to your cheeks, burrowing…Read more Snapshots: Pinball/Flipper by Matilda Colarossi

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