A convoy of military trucks is coming up the country lane. The caption says they are......

“Don’t put it on me again, this weave of cotton that set me aflame, this hospital......

Early morning, my father went to the riversearching for shining stones in the water—memories of my......

Bride of time,Death, stood at the foot of my coffin,Unloved and unmoved,A study in shades of......

a man stood in the mostwell understood stance.Waiting – maybe.for someone? on someone? right palm perchedon......

Or does it? Seferis knew talking does no good. When a polar bear scornsa walruswants their minerals                         land                         childrenand......

from the car Laophonte Mother damned swaneach evidentin the stretch of tarsalsfeathering forwardlike summer overwheat and......

Say “home”—but never namethe village of your birth,ancestors purgedfrom its silent orchards. Say “once”—but not that......

Wrenched from sleepin sweat-stained sheets,hair unspooling a messof ribboned dreams— how cliché to writeof restless nights,heart......

father shatters the mirror to show the lad again fatherfather rememorates the glass no man can......