Stray Thoughts

We met in Roverto. The night before, while in my unit behind the woman’s clothing store in Bolzano, I got a message. It was from my wife,...

The rain was mocking me. My pockets bulged with pastries and chocolate, a self-appointed comfort to counter the rain’s nastiness. The...

In the last week I’ve had three homes. The first home I shared with my wife, the second my brother, and the third is just me. Let’s start...