Motel Pool
Poetry

Motel Pool

The plump good-natured children play in the blue pool: roll and plop, plop and roll; slide and tumble, oiled, in the slippery sun silent as otters, turning over and in, churning the water; or-seamstresses-cut and sew with jackknives its satins invisibly. Not beautiful, but suddenly limned with light their elliptical wet flesh in a flash … Continue reading

Ithaca
Poetry

Ithaca

                    Listen to Sean Connery read “Ithaca” As you set out for Ithaka hope your road is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians, Cyclops, angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things like that on your way as long as … Continue reading