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Advancing and ebbing in the tide, to taunt me: the empty, battered skiff those two thugs rowed my god-tormented husband away in, has drifted back to shore. Odysseus knew their plans when he stepped on board for his banishment,...

As the god-tormented old man was rowed away, my husband spat, “Good riddance!” Though to me, Odysseus was never a frightful Charybdis, but ever courteous, while my husband demanded more than the Wanderer could ever give him in...

I’ve no memory of Father’s first voyage, though I’m told Mother held me in her arms and wept as his flagship carved the waves. Twenty years later, I’ve ordered him gone, tired of his playing the raging Minotaur, blaming Troy and...

Clasped like a fractured necklace round their soaring throat of stone anchored against quakes by offset blocks, round corners, interlocking joints, these walls are masks. Their rhomboid eyes stare over squares, sun temples,...

When I was twelve a hurdler was my hero. He was sixteen had ripple abs a brush cut vertical without hair wax eyes yellow and indifferent as a cat’s. His girl (bulging striped tube tops) was long on giggles and lipstick before...

(1957) There was a trick to it I mostly learned before the razored metal bands came off and I could drive. A girl named Adrienne proposed, if she and I each cocked our heads just so (neck cricks or creaks not in the picture...

Please check for a notice at your local P.O. We sincerely regret this inconvenience and hope you are not disappointed; fulfilment is our game. Still, in these times we suggest you temper your expectations: completion is chancy...

from L’Allegria by Giuseppe Ungaretti Parigi – Milano 1919 Il Nilo ombrato le belle brune vestite d’acqua burlanti il treno Fuggiti   A HABITUAL DREAM Beside the shadowy Nile those beautiful brunettes sequined in water...

from L’Allegria by Giuseppe Ungaretti Parigi – Milano 1919 Odo a primavera nei rami neri indolenziti. Si puo sequire solo a aqest’ora, passandotra le case soli con I propri pensieri. E l’ora delle finsestre chiuse, ma aquesta...

from L’Allegria by Giuseppe Ungaretti Parigi – Milano 1919 Trinano le cose un’estesa monotonia di assenze Ora e un pallid involucro L’assurro scuro delle profondita si e franto Ora e un arido manto   RETURN Things are...

crowds converge on the city by the thousands hour after morning hour, they track past littered woods and fences corralling patios and pools into neat suburban rectangles that flicker off before the mind can fully grasp their...