By: Wayne Chambliss
“The gates of hell are open night and day…”
Narses was no fool. Nor was he inclined to suffer them.
A deep dive into Lago Lucrino.
“And sweet it is to wreck in such a sea.”
“The fruit of my womb was the sun.”
Did Caracalla break off the god king’s golden nose?
The Feast of San Gennaro — today!
A box, which is now filled — matryoshka-style — with many, many fetishes.
Wayne Chambliss on THE RIDE-ALONG