Tag: Angela D’Ambra
Alfredo Rienzi – Verbs surrender, omens do not say
Verbs surrender, omens do not say
These lines, they say
of nothing that happens,
they do not portray facts.
A few rare fossil verbs endure:
It stands, it waits,...
Alfredo Rienzi – Nigredo
Some mists descend to hide
the sides of valleys and glades,
along lanes and trails untraced
on the maps . To hide, or to be lost,...
Alfredo Rienzi – One goes back where one has already been
I went back to exploring life
- wrapped in the leopard’s golden mantle –
the perfect ring, the cycle of everything:
a lot has changed after...
Heiko H. Caimi – Mother, tongue
Mother, mother
how much you are tongue to me
how much language is to me my mother
blending strong with soft, soft words
immeasurably true
in their...
From the kitchen: Two-tongued Sea
How is a new Inkroci column born? How is an anthology conceived? Reading this story, you’re a witness to the inception of a transnational...
