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...
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