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