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50+, Italian. MA in English Lit. Bilingual writer. Poet. Freelancer. Teacher, Cellist for hobby. BeingWriters and GiaB editor. raffaellaferrettiwriter@gmail.com

A happy return as a writer and poet on Medium, after a full year off teaching and editing on BeingWriters and Genius in a Bottle. New POVs and insights in the next coming season

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Venice, Italy — July 21, 2021; Writers and poets are among the creators most represented on Medium platform. Raffaella Ferretti is also part of them, since 2018. First reader and then writer and then editor, she has published in various well-known publications: POM, Literally Literary, Illumination, and BeingWriters, to name…


Poem for the never-ending poem

A hand with dry sand falling freely
Photo by Kunj Parekh on Unsplash

I am here
I was here
I will be here until
The end, if ever there will be one since
I cannot remember when I began, maybe I
Have never even started because I run through
Countless hands, which cannot hold me since I
Flow unstoppable and fluid and encounter no stony
Obstacle on my course
Unswervingly
Indifferent
Scorched
I give rise…


And I did it great by debuting in an orchestra

Photo by Marco Venghi — 2016 ElasticOrchestra and Concordia Vocum Big Band — Teatro Ariston, Mantova

I made an impossible reentry as a cellist thirty years after I gave up playing and studying music. But first, I had to restore my cello after a disastrous accident that occurred twenty years ago. The story is long, but it’s worth reading. …


A fairy-tale for children

Children whispering in the fairy magic forest. Big moon, night, little boy and girl. Picture — a fairy tale for children
Licensed image by Stock-Adobe

The Moon had risen in the sky in place of the Sun, and the golden fields of wheat turned in a silver sea. The fiery red, happy poppies, scattered among infinite straight ears, turned so gray that it was no longer possible to distinguish them.

Everything had just changed to…


For The Never-Ending Poem

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This unleashed, fluttery flicker in the stomach
Excites me and pushes me to launch.
The thrill does not dissolve in one breath;
This, rather recklessly, speeds up and awakens
Butterflies in the deepest of thoughts.
Thoughts ever bolder and impatient,
Which whip up my will by tearing
What’s left of its worn net that can no
Longer hold…


Ocean water surface
Ocean water surface
Photo by Catalin Goia from Pexels

A free-verse poem on meditating by the sea.


A free-verse poem in rhymes as a response to the word prompt “shadow”

Shadows run on the walls and on the floors,
Hide and seek with sunbeams and in a night moonlit.
Two or ten or thousands fuse and borderlines refuse,
Free, just as one, they dance and fly for our fun.
Shadows never leave and we’ll never them seize.

Shadows gray to…


Me and my writing on Medium

Happy and free woman walking in a field
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My title sounds like a commercial, but I’m not talking about women’s sanitary pads. I’m just opening my situation as a writer on Medium. Finally, careless and free.

In these last weeks, I had so many personal satisfactions here, on our beloved platform, that I can now say to have…


Foto di Lolame da Pixabay

A Tritriplicata, long enough to explain, short enough…

Raffaella Ferretti

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