Arlan Hess once took a freighter from Montreal to London—an experience she recommends to all travelers. More recently, she has taken a book binding class in Siena, seen U2 in Dublin, and gone whale watching in Bermuda. You can find her work in Connotation Press, The Pittsburgh Quarterly, and Thirty-First Bird Review.
The local tour guide believes in leather boots with wide toes. Sturdy soles. Protein for breakfast.
The young sailor said he would give me a modicum of love if I let him use my body as a harbor.
The ticket seller would prefer to meet the guests outside, order them shortest to tallest, take the most boisterous by the hand.
The skull-like villa lost / in a garden of dreams, / so seem the isle’s cimitero: ...
So here is the brief life / of men: what follows / went before of / that we know / nothing
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