Words, words. Parole, parole.
"If food had a language, it would be French..." is the start of my poem 'Parole'. I wrote it while in my mind the 1972 song by Mina and Alberto Lupo was playing. 'Parole' in Italian means 'words'. Words can be just talk, void of meaning. I crave meaning, depth and when I write I want to convey a deeper lying truth. In working and living across different language and cultural barriers, words in other languages evoke meaning for the place, for the people, my experience there.