Carmine G. Simmons

. . . I sentimenti che vivono fra le braci di anni sono imbottiti nelle borsette di vergogna e di paura. Urbano Giordano, Disfare il Momento Fire always seems like autumn no matter what season it may flare in places where flames don’t make sense: warm luminaries set on holiday snow; a clam-bake on the […]

The marquee unzips its serial smile like an eager tongue along yellowed teeth. A craving for roast peanuts hangs in the street-wise air. Hear above the humping traffic that voice – denial or chummy alibi – savor the rise of relativity. It is, after all, 4:17; it is after all, Tuesday and cold, and those […]