Tag Archives: Italy

Specific Gravity

I swirl the wine in my glass. There is no recollection of having poured it. My world stretches monochrome and thin. Days spin as a stone wheel to grind away all the Blacksmith has once wrought, strength of body and sharpness of mind.

Damp shirts Continue reading Specific Gravity

Heat Wave

Our vacation to Italy was like a tour bus to the surface of the sun. We strolled around Rome and Venice, seeing whose flip-flops would melt first.

Maddy wanted to go shopping. I didn’t, but the alternative of sticking to and peeling Continue reading Heat Wave