Fulvia Lupulo

Everything old is new

Young love is sweet to behold, sweeter and sweeter as I grow older. It’s also something of a wonder for a long-married person like me to think back to the beginning—to try to remember—that time—in September—when love was an ember—about to billow—     [Earworm alert. . . The Fantasticks is always waiting to be sung.]   […]


Here comes the bride and a few poems too

My niece and goddaughter got married last weekend in Maryland.  It was a great occasion to celebrate with my family (70 and counting), and a great occasion for poem elfing.     There’s no poem hidden in this picture but I do think I captured one in her expression. Look how she grips her father […]