when you write us—
write yourself a lion,
bone mass of comparable size to muscle ratio,
write how even in starlight your eyes were effective.
write me a small vineyard,
orientation towards the sun,
write me silent, write me in the middle of living.
Helen Vitoria, born in Greece, raised in NYC, visited Paris six times, lived there for a year and believes Bassett Hounds come from a…
Read the full bioThe 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
See more Poetry, Visual Poetry, or Postcard Prose
