Frank Scozzari — The Monarch Review
Ghosts of the Villa Borghese – Frank Scozzari
Wednesday, August 27, 2014 12:09 — 0 Comments
They stood on the Pincio Terrace, that place above the Piazza del Popolo with the commanding view of Rome. Beneath them a thousand red-tied rooftops stretched out across the ancient city, from the distant columns of the Coliseum to the glistening dome of St. Peters’ Basilica. To the west was the long, winding curve of the Tiber River where it came around past the Castel Sant’Angelo.
The Shaman’s Eyes – Frank Scozzari
Wednesday, February 15, 2012 13:17 — 3 Comments
The chest wound was deep and Ben Gordon knew he had to stop the bleeding and stop it soon, or he’d lose yet another patient. After all he had been through in the past week with all the wounded and displaced refugees pouring in from the region north, the delayed shipment of medical supplies, and their water source going foul, losing another patient now would be more than he could bear. The boy, barely sixteen, lay beneath a hanging fluorescent light. Beads of perspiration covered his dark black skin. The wound, caused by a single slash of a machete, split […]
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