ABHAY K. (From the Editor’s Note) On 10 December 1950, William Faulkner began his Nobel Prize acceptance speech with these words, “I feel that this award was not made to me as a man, but to my work – a life’s…
BLUE ROSE I love what you love – A poem, to be precise. My tongue lacks eloquence And so, to be concise… I saw a blue rose – I remembered your hand Touch roses that turned blue And your fingers…
GABRIEL ROSENSTOCK 1. buried in the mind . . . ancient truths 2. even in darkness the endless song of the Self 3. a leaf falls in the mind . . . ‘mother!’ 4. our daily little pilgrimages . .…
SILVIA PIO In the glory of the airy noon like a swallow gliding in the lane of life, this light has a sly shadow. In the stillness of the dusk between the unknowable and the sky, this blue is an…
ROGAN WOLF Anchorites were a phenomenom of the fourteenth century, not just in England but across Christian Europe. Women joined the movement as well as men, and were called anchoresses. The most famous person to adopt that life was called…
LUCY HAMILTON Rings In memory of my father, John Plowright A tree is thick − or thin – skinned, its sap carries sugar to leaves, feeds new cells, infuses roots with energy and the cambium – almost invisible – is…
CLAUDIA AZZOLA The Trees No free playing on language, nor words stretched to extremes or any reference will suffice to tell the layers of the stony, crusty greenery of mountain trees, exposed to the blast, the precipitate of the wind,…
JOHN I. CLARKE https://youtu.be/sf8bkP-qtT8 (The Montgomery bus boycott of 1955 – 56 took place after Rosa Parks was arrested following her refusal to give up her seat to a white passenger.) Some folks try to change the world by marching…
RICHARD BERENGARTEN Twelve propositions Our words inspiration, respiration and spirit all have a common origin in the Latin verb spirare ‘to breathe’. We breathe involuntarily and necessarily. The air we depend on for life itself surrounds the earth like a…
FADWA AL QASEM They just don’t let me be. And so, I’m ever alone; they’re always with me. If I try to forget, to be oblivious to their presence, I don’t succeed. For the slightest movement causes them to wriggle,…
Lidia Rolfi Beccaria (Mondovì 8.4.1925 – 17.1.1996), was a political prisoner in Ravensbrück concentration camp in 1943. In the Italian section there is a fictional interview with her, based on her books and biographies. Bibliography: Lidia Beccaria Rolfi, Anna Maria…
ROBERTO MALINI Nuclear weapons are holding the future of the world hostage. After Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the international institutions discussed nuclear nonproliferation and abolition strategies. At the same time, however, 50,000 more atom bombs were produced, bombs that got smaller, more…
SILVIA PIO (a cura) An international magazine of poetic translation edited by Claudia Azzola, Traduzionetradizione is an interesting enterprise in the Italian translation panorama. Issue 13 was published last summer.The cover image is a painting by Claudio Zanini (Hunting Scene,…
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) You would love that the words let you live again the touch of things, the touch that wakes the naked skin and fills it again and again, being able to feel the eyes on the eyes,…
SILVANO GREGOLI Italy, Mondovì, Delle Ripe Street. A few days before Christmas 1947. The basket of Baby Jesus was waiting, already filled with presents for the children of the Delle Ripe neighborhood. That year, it was mostly socks. Exultate! The…
