From Naples, yesterday. Two poems written by an elderly woman who sells her handmade poems while walking in Naples with a bag full of them, some in dialect, asking for a coin: “un soldo una poesia” she says. So sweet that I’ve thought I’d share them. I didn’t meet the woman, we were about to go to watch a movie that night on the other side of the boot, but those tiny collages she made on the cover of her poetry, her ink so alive, made me smile. Thank you.