Beneath Snowy Foothills

February 2, 2021


This essay began as a poem that I wrote while flying home from Santa Fe. I was leaving behind my father, as he lay dying in a rest home. There were so many flights, and on every one I asked myself will this be the last time?

Santa Fe has incredible skies.


Published in Ovunque Siamo: New Italian-American Writing

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Visiting Mom in Santa Fe, NM

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