Eritrea – POETRY and PLACES

Olive Oil (for my Sephardic grandmother) by Rafaella Del Bourgo I remember eyes like sapphires, dark moles in the folds of her neck, her bosom, skillfully imprisoned in linen. Olive oil must be deep green and pungent to evoke other memories, sautéed fava beans, roasted chicken, rice blushing with tomato and raisins plump with steam.Continue reading “Olive Oil by Rafaella Del Bourgo”