On crashing my motorcycle and laying on the ground
Beliefs melt…become unrecognizable to non-witnesses…
Month: May 2019
Umbrian Road
The pocked and gravel strewn road, parched and narrow, meanders and winds through the wide crevices between a patchwork of fenced olive orchards, fallow plains and fields of sunflowers with their necks bent in prayer meet and end. The road sings up at you in crunchy whispers from under your feet or wheels. The hills are sudden and steep…