Poetry
Summer 2002
Morning on Despina
Lioness morning falls on Despina. The island shrinks in the heat. Warmed, the caterpillars in green heaps uncurl, disengage, take up their threads and file back to their round. And […]
Poetry
Summer 2002
Neoteny
Unlike tadpoles, big-eyed and wiggly, or bat babies with snub puppy faces and skins of helpless velvet, the island was born red-faced and belching, hunchbacked, shifty, sharp and hot all […]