Francesca• Show poetry

Like the phoenix, I am beginning again at AP (April, 2009.) Francesca was my maternal grandmother's name. Born in Bari, Italy, and wife to Giovanni (from Lecce), she mothered 11 children including la mamma mia.

I will be posting very few pieces I've written before. Am inordinately busy w/life (and who isn't?) Endeavoring to get a couple of new verses posted here forthwith.

Most previous vestiges of me online are gone: no more Caroligné, Eosa, or Solveigh.  I'm not French or Greek or German. What I am is Italian, ergo Francesca (fran-CHESS-kah).  Starting over building on my Roman (and, perhaps, later my Irish and Welsh) heritage. 

What else is germane here? Ah, yes:  I love purple. And Rilke's work. And my children. And God. In reverse order. Sentence fragments abound. The bane of an English degree.  No, wait, that would be cell phone text-speak which my two teenagers have elevated at warp speed to an art form. I'm an English as a Second Language (ESL) teacher; learning begins at home. idk wut do u thnk? *going to wash my fingers out with soap*

Ciao, belleze!

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"Ah, as we prayed for human help:
angels soundlessly,
with single strides,
climbed over our prostrate hearts."
-- Rainer Maria Rilke