i. Picture Seville, prudent with orange-groves. The sun plays like a gnossienne beneath the trees, a tormented harlequin […]

Eight Months On Time, tidewater near, headlong has ripened you to this glowing fullness, clumsy in dormant love. […]

Third day out, the oddest feeling overtook me. A hybrid of nostalgia and deja-vu, this fuzzy childhood sense-memory […]

The October edition of POETRY featured an annoying sequence of petulances entitled, collectively, “Antagonisms,” none more excruciating than earnest Eavan Boland’s cautious, […]