“e quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle” —Dante Alighieri, 34th Canto, La Divina Commedia A tiny thing, a particle, a protein anointed in oil,
translated by Susan Ayres A banner flies on the jetty. In the bar’s mirror the towers slim down on the other shore. Stripes of
The rush of wind that stops at the glass door. Three candles. A pack of cards. Seven quarters scattered about the floor. Two half-empty
At night in our bed, beautiful stars well hidden by thick drawn curtains, you open your eyes and you show me the bluebird inside—in