Translation by Judy Katz-Levine By the blue nights of summer, I will see rainbows in the paths, Scintillating stars by the wheat, through minute herbs: Dreamer, I sense…
I’m not so barren, actually I’m waiting for a fire. Underneath me the immaculate aquifer where the rusted waters run iron-rich. There are no fish with holy gills. There…
Look here at this cathedral arch I’ve wrought for us with beak and talon. Look at this shelter I’ve culled from refuse and castaway plastics. See? I’ve painted…
Which is to say dusk is approaching, as Pablo from Thessaloniki and Paige from Fox Chapel prepare to say their goodbyes. Pablo moving back to Cologne, which is a…
the arrow piercing a metallic globe points to a concrete angel cradling a pot of incense while the rosemary grows wild and mint gives way to sage which sprawls…
For months I carried a bluebird. Its breath, dark berries. Its eyes were pebbles. In my pocket, its wings fluttered from time to time. Summer was not enough to sustain…