Dusting The Streets With The Vengeance Of An Angel

A Tall Venetian Tale

In this liminal space betwixt feasts, works, and years, I hauled my sorry arse to Italy. I parent, I need parenting. I saw great things, and thought I would tell you about them - with a micro-story, a sketch from a trattoria, and a painting from a hotel bathroom floor.

The moon never disappeared from the Venetian sky, even at high noon; as though it coul…