Open Arms for Katy, the traveller
by Alessandro Spinazzi Welcoming you back to the emptiness left by your leaving the only place you can still call home i’m afraid.
by Alessandro Spinazzi Every day i wait for mail from far away messages without words sometimes come to me brought by the wind by a bird by an
Eyes
by Alessandro Spinazzi Early morning walking the dog rain it’s giving us a break for once a car stops “where’s the medical center?” an old woman