photography by Susa Silvermarie

After Visiting the Museum

One little life, such a tiny swish in the stretch of swinging stars. But here’s a spoon that’s made of...

Twice Today

My forearms, my feet, still tingle, still emit cool light. The Aegean, swept all of me, this morning, into her...

Living Music

Sappho’s descendant, I am once again this time,* here where she walked in the hills, and bathed in the silken...

Angels

They keep coming, the angels. In the train stations they appear, to lug my baggage down the many steps and...

Making Light

  Making light of has changed, for me, from playing down to playing up; I want to make it every...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Sappho Comes

Sappho comes with her lyre while I doze, all hazy in a timecloud, in sunny Eressos where she was born....

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Sonnet for the Mytilini Market

The market sounds of Mytilini! I immerse in the pool of new language, so even zealous shouts seem liquified to...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Midnight on the Ferry

I ride her glassy back but it’s the Aegean’s pulse beneath that sends rough summons up, some singing dispatch from...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

Finishing

I think of my mother in Florida finishing herself, putting final touches on the work of art that is her...

photography by Susa Silvermarie

It Was the World

  I stopped on a whim at the church. (Or did my Grandma wish me there) When women filled the...