Karen Benning has enjoyed hiking and cycling in Tunisia, New Zealand, and Europe. After twenty-plus years of living in Anchorage, Alaska she has started to find things to write about right here at home. Which, of course, means it’s almost time to relocate.
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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