Travel Essay on Wanderlust     I could live here. Ever get that feeling, when you’re travelling down an avenue full of life, or having a drink in a small town somewhere, and you just get that optimistic, world-beating whiff of air that hints (loudly) to you: you never want to leave here. And you…

Poems of a Rome Unseen

Ode to Chestnut Sellers   It’s dangerous to want What you’ve never wanted before.   I walked out into the Roman twilight And heard love songs sung By the sellers of roasted chestnuts And I loved whatever they loved.   I wanted the same apartment With the same shrouded lover That they wanted in a…

Mamma Roma

Mamma Roma   I return to you as an émigré returns to his own country and rediscovers it… Pier Paolo Pasolini   My first time in Rome was a return to the city I had always known. Not because I live off its heels, or because I even really know Italian but because I am…

The Heir of Holocaust

The past is a foreign country – when we travel to it we remember what shouldn’t be forgotten. This is a short-story set around the time of the Carthaginian holocaust at the hands of the Romans. A potential Part I to a full-fledged novel. What do you think – does it have potential to blossom…