Tideland
The white sand glitters. Tide pools shine. Our sandbar’s grown so huge It’s going to be forever mine. Let’s build a dike, a last refuge For when the tide comes…
Departure
Stoically, silently, stupidly - little time to start a revolution - my heart grinds, as if mechanically. Gears turn - a glorious initiation. Eyelids flutter…
Dante's Il Gatto Col Cappello: An English Translation
Rain fell, and the sun itself refused to show. My sister and I alone, through the window we stared: Nothing to do, we despaired, nowhere to go. A bump at the…