#94 Rita Carla Francesca Monticelli

  Rita Carla Francesca Monticelli is an Italian science fiction and thriller author. She has lived in Cagliari (Sardinia, Italy) since 1993, earning a degree in biology and working as a writer, scientific and literary translator, and freelance web copywriter. Rita’s  website: http://www.anakina.net/en/index.html Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Rita-Carla-Francesca-Monticelli/e/B0089YQE4U Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rita_Carla_Francesca_Monticelli Twitter: @ladyanakina Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RitaCarlaFMonticelli *** Music …

#68 Aaron Dennis

Subscribe to my YouTube Channel for updates: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbSnMk6QPiULXmKDYmwCmIg *** Aaron Dennis is a hard working artist and speculative author. He hails from Italy and lives in Florida HIs sci-fi fantasy series War and Glory is available on Barnes noble: Check out his audiobooks performed by Chris Herron on TallTell TV here” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d45--T_w_Q0&list=PLporsubtnxtQBqlBGpBGayy0q1kjv25uy His work can …

Ashes

as a youth i lived in the sun and played with fire When i became an adult the sparkle dwindled and whats left now is only smoke stained ashes.

Notti Roma

Late night stroll Never felt a city so big Sleep so hard After ten everyone out Something so comforting about those streets Twisting and turning Dark shadows draping everything Walks around the Colosseum Alone Finger along the outside wall Thoughts completely undisturbed Steps never blocked Ocassionally Hear the scrape of a shoe on cobble stone …

One Free Summer

Italy is the land of beauty corrupted I was there I followed a dream I lived A life Of poverty I had no money No job No prospects Still I took a bus to the South to bask in the shadow of the volcano. I hopped on the bus with no ticket I saw land Farms Color …

The Perfect Pizze

Call it the Napoli Ask for salty anchovies Aged pepperoni Smoky  mozz Sweet tangy tomato sauce fresh basil leaves combined and place in a Untreated oak and Birch wood one thousand degrees of fire oven baked baked for seconds sixty but no more and eat drenched in the shadow of Mt. Vesuvius but only in …