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

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