Purple-yellow, richly rising miniature colossus;red isle bursting, bathed in wine and fish. Fish for days,fish for supper. Fir trees arched to horizontal,blown by lurching sea winds, tugged by the rootbut holding fast. Bonaparte’s birthplace, thistles thick as fists,islet torn apart in recent years: assassination;two decades behind bars; a taste of freedom. Fish and wine.Messages sprayed in black on roadside barriers and walls,threats, perhaps, or warnings—rousse … Continue reading Blood red rock / Statu Frances assassinu