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...
Midnight on the Ferry
I ride her glassy back but it’s the Aegean’s pulse beneath that sends rough summons up, some singing dispatch from...
Finishing
I think of my mother in Florida finishing herself, putting final touches on the work of art that is her...
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