White bed sheets

on clothing lines, hanging

across from tan and white houses

dance with Tufo’s summer wind.


Butchers with pig’s blood

smeared on their rough hands

 and white aprons stand

 beside dangling meat

 displayed on their windows

 and with boisterous, strong voices

 they call out to the people buying

 their meat.


Golden-orange sunlight

behind the houses’ rooftops

casts and stretching their shadows

from the dirt streets of Tufo

to the watermelon fields.


Watermelons, ripened with sweetness,  

are scattered across the fields,

embedding and coiling their roots within

Tufo’s red clay soil. Evergreen vines

with leaves spread, like green veins,

nourishing their saccharinity redness

with sunlight and red clay.


Their green stripped skins are bathed

in farmers’ sweat and the Earth’s soil

underneath the morning sun.


Children with brown overalls

and white dresses smeared with dirt,

run through the watermelon fields,

picking and with a dull pocket knife

cutting through the watermelon’s green

stripped skin into crescent shapes.


The children run, sat and tasted

the watermelon’s sweetness

underneath the trees’ shading,

looking over the watermelon fields

of Tufo.



Christina Ciufo is a passionate writer of poetry, short stories, flash fictions, fables, and completing her first novel. After graduating Sacred Heart University with a BA in English, she continued to expand her writing abilities at Manhattanville College’s MFA Creative Writing Program and by May 2017, graduated with an MFA degree in Creative Writing. She completed Sacred Heart University’s Education Program in December 2018 with a MAT in Teaching in both elementary and secondary. She is currently a Sunday School Teacher at St. Timothy’s. She has appeared in Gravitas, Spillwords, Ovunque Siamo, Nymphs, Vamp Cat Magazine, Z Publishing Ohio, Truly Review, Mookychick, Door is a Jar Magazine, Bonnie’s Crew, The Poetry Question, Twist in Time Magazine and Moonchild Magazine.