Giulio Magrini
/ GreyThoughts.Info…old ones deliberately slid by, like an earthworm after a dreary and remorseless rain. My alternatives were to squish them, or scrutinize with wonder. Seniors mingled in…
By Giulio Magrini
There is more to language…
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…of language
Clumsy floating variables
To share the totality…
By Giulio Magrini
Written in Italian and translated to English
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…foglie di zafferano
Riflessa nell'acqua
Aspetta con…
By Giulio Magrini
…gaze in the mirror like I used to
But when I do I see Papa staring back
He seems so tired
The energy used 52 years…
By Giulio Magrini
A memorial for Richard Caliguiri…
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…of wet
Glisten and descend
From the clouds over…
By Giulio Magrini
…old ones deliberately slid by, like an earthworm after a dreary and remorseless rain. My alternatives were to squish them, or scrutinize with wonder. Seniors mingled in…
By Giulio Magrini
There is more to language…
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…of language
Clumsy floating variables
To share the totality…
By Giulio Magrini
Written in Italian and translated to English
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…foglie di zafferano
Riflessa nell'acqua
Aspetta con…
By Giulio Magrini
…gaze in the mirror like I used to
But when I do I see Papa staring back
He seems so tired
The energy used 52 years…
By Giulio Magrini
A memorial for Richard Caliguiri…
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…of wet
Glisten and descend
From the clouds over…
By Giulio Magrini
A teaser from my forthcoming…
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…fatigue of my body
Sighs through my eyes
I am the zealous…
By Giulio Magrini
…man was eighty-four. Every morning his Chesterfield chant was heard above the clatter of his cart on the cobblestones. His donkey ambled down Pride Street to McGee and Gibbon. His strawberry travels were part of the daily rhythms of the neighborhood. His jingle was the music of the day, and his wailing serenade through the dew was a sign to the neighborhood that they belonged…
By Giulio Magrini
The process of art and…
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…mystery veil beatified innocents
Sliding on a winding suppressed detour
Stacked with rocks and littered…
By Giulio Magrini
…must first figure out everyone’s woke-ness
Achieving perfect symmetry
In a setting of smug…
By Giulio Magrini
…evolved from that brown-eyed Keane* child, she degenerated to an evil strain of our family. She was an exemplar of an evil daughter and sister. She didn’t like to talk to family and was fond of going upstairs to her room after dinner rather than converse or answer questions…
By Giulio Magrini