From an Attic Window in Tuscany Earth in all directions. Little roof tiles of sun-baked clay, lumpy individuals in peachy skin tones, trooping, bumpy, down from the top of the house - like the back of a big armadillo. The corrugated arc stutters softly to the ground: reaching for the rocks, searching for the soil, remembering where home is, and sliding there again.
Katherine Spadaro was born in Scotland but has spent most of her life in Australia. She is married with two adult children. Her poems are typically short and focus on some everyday event or feeling; sometimes they have narrowly survived having all the life edited out of them. She is interested in the symbolism and impact of regular experience and how it is connected with spiritual truth.
Amethyst Review 