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 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…Read more Snapshots: Via Bolognese by Matilda Colarossi

Snapshots: Below the belt/Sotto la cintura by Matilda Colarossi

International Day for the Elimination of #ViolenceagainstWomen
25 November

parallel texts: words reflected

BELOW THE BELT

By MatiColarossi

-I’d like to make a withdrawal, please.

The teller looked at the bank-slip I had filled out and then at me.

The minute I saw the look on her face, I felt my knees go weak.

*

-Hey, Ryan. C’mon. Wake up.

I watched my son pull a cushion over his head, but kept working.

I tore a plastic garbage bag out of the drawer, dumped the leftover cake inside. I wiped down the empty pill bottle, threw it in too, wiped the counter, removed my rubber gloves and walked into the living room.

-I said wake up, sweetie, come on!

I took the cushion off his head, drew him into my arms. His flannel pajamas spilled out from under his overalls. Cuddly bunny ears and bright orange carrots peeping. His ears were sleepy warm against my neck.

-And daddy?

-He’s asleep.

-Can I say…

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Snapshots: Il viaggio/The voyage by Matilda Colarossi

Il viaggio Di Matilda Colarossi Sedeva sotto la betulla bianca. Non so se riconosceva chi fossi o cosa fosse una betulla. Fissava il lago che si estendeva, piatto e freddo, davanti a lei. Un’alga lunga, imbrunita dal sole, s’avvicinò lenta su un’onda poca decisa. La guardammo insieme. Andò ad appoggiarsi a pochi passi da noi…Read more Snapshots: Il viaggio/The voyage by Matilda Colarossi

Snapshots: Lavender/Lavanda by Matilda Colarossi

Lavender   By Matilda Colarossi   She shuffles out of the glass doors into the night. A cold draft rides up the back of her hospital gown. She lifts her eyes to the street lamp. Silver streaks of rain make perfect geometrical lines in the halo of light. She moves towards them. Her naked feet embrace…Read more Snapshots: Lavender/Lavanda by Matilda Colarossi

Snapshots: Below the belt/Sotto la cintura by Matilda Colarossi

BELOW THE BELT By Matilda Colarossi -I'd like to make a withdrawal, please. The teller looked at the bank-slip I had filled out and then at me. The minute I saw the look on her face, I felt my knees go weak. * -Hey, Ryan. C’mon. Wake up. I watched my son pull a cushion…Read more Snapshots: Below the belt/Sotto la cintura by Matilda Colarossi

Snapshots: Tra le righe/Between the lines by Matilda Colarossi

TRA LE RIGHE Di Matilda Colarossi Il cipresso copriva la finestra. Allungava un’ombra enorme sul pavimento del salotto. Era a forma di scopino del water perché mancava la cima. Toglieva la luce e il respiro. Un ramo, verso la metà della pianta, era spezzato. Restava in bilico sugli altri rami da mesi. Neanche il forte…Read more Snapshots: Tra le righe/Between the lines by Matilda Colarossi