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....
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...
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