Patrizia Poli
Bio
Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published seven novels.
Stories (265/0)
Thew Corn Field
By looking closely, Henry Main could even see the chickens pecking around the barn. An isolated farm, made of mud, straw and pieces of tin, after an hour of endless fields, as deserted as his life, after an exhausting search that almost used up all the gasoline.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Fiction
The Stick and the Shell
As he bowed his head, the shells he kept hanging from his hat clinked. A sound as familiar as his own breathing. His swollen feet, covered with bleeding blisters, screamed at him that it was time to stop. A long stage that day, fortunately almost all in the plains.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Fiction
Dona Sol
Black hair like raven’s wing, jellyfish tentacles sweeping the salty planks of the Santa Esmeralda deck, electric, alive like a flash of torpedo. Your hand, Pedro, touches them, then goes down to my bloodless elbow. I drop the colander, the peas roll on the deck, the seagulls go down to peck them.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Fiction
Mare Fuori
You can feel the three different directions in the respective seasons of “Mare Fuori”. Dry, raw and beautiful the first, signed by Carmine Elia; the second is engaging but melodramatic, where you can feel the feminine hand of Milena Cocozza; too flooded with tears and hugs the third, in my opinion the worst, directed by Ivan Silvestrini.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Geeks
The New Jewish Cemetery
The Jewish cemetery in Via Mei in Livorno, behind the municipal one of La Cigna, is more recent than the other in Via Ippolito Nievo (which only has bodies from the nineteenth century and is in a state of decay) since it was opened in 1900. It is of great historical value, it contains the tombstones and cenotaphs (not the remains) of the very first cemeteries of the Jewish community, even dating back to the seventeenth century, now demolished.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Humans
The Bardi Caffè
There was not only the Michelangelo café in Florence, headquarters of the Macchiaioli, in which Renato Fucini recited his sonnets amid general hilarity, together with his friend Edmondo de Amicis, there were also the Livorno cafés, meeting places for artists and writers, where cultural ferment and avant-gardes were boiling.
By Patrizia Poliabout a year ago in Humans