Twice Today
My forearms, my feet, still tingle, still emit cool light. The Aegean, swept all of me, this morning, into her...
My forearms, my feet, still tingle, still emit cool light. The Aegean, swept all of me, this morning, into her...
Sappho’s descendant, I am once again this time,* here where she walked in the hills, and bathed in the silken...
They keep coming, the angels. In the train stations they appear, to lug my baggage down the many steps and...
Making light of has changed, for me, from playing down to playing up; I want to make it every...