Poem 16 from “18 Poems” ~ Tano Festa Rome, July 28, 1979 My alabaster forbear told me about Georgian cows about cold nights in Leningrad where the moon is like a silver plate and wind sweeps snow that turns to blue, compact crystal
From “Literary Sexts” ~ Caitlyn Siehl Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the […]
Canto ~ Andrzej Kotański A man should not spend his life at work as it’s a sin God gave us Paris, Venice, art nouveau architecture, art deco watches and clocks, gave us wild strawberries misty dawns outside of cafés’ windows, shops, gave us Thomas Mann and Proust, and moors of Ireland, created pool and teenagers, […]
