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...
The market sounds of Mytilini! I immerse in the pool of new language, so even zealous shouts seem liquified to...
I ride her glassy back but it’s the Aegean’s pulse beneath that sends rough summons up, some singing dispatch from...
I think of my mother in Florida finishing herself, putting final touches on the work of art that is her...
I stopped on a whim at the church. (Or did my Grandma wish me there) When women filled the...