my temporary disappearing act

Hi Everyone,

I will be leaving for New York soon and will be without stable internet access for a few days. There is wi-fi at the hotel I’ll be staying at till Sunday but since I won’t be in that room very often or for long durations of time, I doubt I will be able to keep abreast of your posts until after I am at a friend’s house in Elmira on Sunday evening. No doubt my inbox will be overflowing and it will take me at least a week to catch up if I ever do catch up.

I may try reblogging some older posts  while away so don’t be surprised if you see posts relating to my life in Turkey appear in the next few days. I will, though, not be in Turkey, or at least part of my heart will be but the other half of that organ will be reconnecting with family/friends in the US, a much needed exercise to rejuvenate what’s left of it.

I know some of you are under the impression I am returning for good but as life often does to us, my plans have changed and I will only be in the US for a month or so while my application for a work visa is being approved. I have recently been offered a position of editor/columnist for a Turkish newspaper and so will be writing on culture, literature, historic spots in Turkey, and politics (mostly the American election but also on Turkey from an expat’s point of view).

Most of you know I love this country and its people but also I feel a need to stay connected to my aging family/friends so even though I will be staying here, I will be returning for visits to the US frequently.

And so it goes and I go with it. Be well.

the face of Italy

zdunno03's avatarLeonard Durso

so I see this cannoli in the window
and instantly think of my grandmother
saying something in half Italian half English
about desserts and espresso
so I buy the pastry to eat while walking
and the kid selling it to me says
you have the face of Italy
which probably explains why people keep stopping me
to ask for directions
there’s the same shrug of the shoulders
the same sad eyes in a smiling face
in the people on the street
and for dinner
it’s linguine with baby clams
sausage and broccoli rabe
homemade red wine in a ceramic jug
water with gas
and I’m home
Naples
I’m home

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dreaming of Naples

zdunno03's avatarLeonard Durso

I walk down narrow streets
in my dream
passing strangers who resemble people
of my youth
the faces so familar
it is as if my uncles/aunts are here
huddled in conversation
politics and sports
though the talk here is of football
not the Brooklyn Dodgers
our hearts broken with each loss
our hearts bouyant with each win
and those damned Republicans
on the loose again
here the talk is of a loss of freedom
the high rate of taxes
what to eat for dinner
and time to drink one’s coffee in peace
the shrugs of shoulders
the helpless hand gestures
I know this world
so far from my own
and yet is my own
it is like looking
in a mirror
I have not felt so Italian
until I walked these streets
of Naples
my name not so musical
until I heard it here
I have not felt so at…

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