“I have a half-caf soy caramel macchiato with whip cream for Anne!” I slid the drink to the end of the bar, two…
A lifelong yearning for things past
Setting my eye upon what is safe
From my mind corrosive and fast
To turn the present into dystopia.
This must be what Momma felt
When she held me in her arms
hot greek sun shines
as the middle-aged waitress
The Tiber seems impossibly low for one which carried a great empire on its back. Today it is not a place of history but of modern…