The eve of change — She is sitting alone on the worn-out brown sofa, a silent presence in the large sitting-room’s dim yellowish light. Her house is now becoming quiet, visited by the long shadows of the evening. She is only hearing the regular snoring of her old dog, Luna. Her own light snoring, on…

And I did it great by debuting in an orchestra — 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 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 — 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…

A fairy-tale for children — 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 — 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…

Free-verse poem —

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 — 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…