Monthly Archives: March 2014

My Grandmother’s wedding dress

Feeling nostalgic, I decided to try on my Italian grandmother’s wedding dress because being single and bored has apparently no other outcome… I wanted to feel close to the woman I knew very little about and with the dress fitting … Continue reading

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Moon

Jagged lines, throw down your light, And I’ll float and drift across the sea. I’ll lie and wait to be moon-smacked For shards of white to slice through me.

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