"Is it much further, Papa Smurf?" "Not far now ..." NOT ALL THERE by Robert Frost, Poetry Magazine (1936) I turned to speak to God, About the world’s despair; But to make bad matters worse, I found God wasn’t there. God turned to speak to me (Don’t anybody laugh) God found I wasn’t there — … Continue reading Avventura



Something’s brewing: it's a festival of booths that percolates each fourfold on Tuesday after the Saint's play. "Even sleep-walkers collect" as past swirls before day break at 8:01 when triangles shore outer stiles. "Five by five with cards ready" enjoins the barista – 'fore signing cross-checks and unlocking the upstate register. Curtains draw and the silent place … Continue reading Americano